Dear “I Wish I Didn’t Have Aspergers,”
I wish too my friend. I wish for you, only the best. I wish I could change your mind on this matter. I wish to walk you right out of that time, of self loathing and pain. I wish the world hadn’t been so unkind to lead you there in the first place. I wish we celebrated diversity as our most valuable resource, instead of making it shameful. I wish that you could stop your dark thoughts, just for a minute or two, and let all this light fromour side of the world come in. I wish that you would look towards your strengths, and see them as doorways to possibility. I wish you the courage to walk through them too. I wish you could see that one voice, one person, even lost, has the power to unite us all, how your cry for help has rallied us. I wish you never feel alone again. I wish I could wrap you up in love, and that would be enough. I wish I could explain to you just how important it is that you learn to love yourself. I wish you would trust me when I say, you are absolutely worthy of it. I wish I could sit down with you, face to face, and we could really get down to why. I wish you could cry and scream and rage it all out, then let it all go. I wish you could see the way my mind is playing tricks on me, forcing your elusive face to become the faces of people I know, people with Aspergers, people with Autism, people with disability, people with adversity, people I love, people like my sons. I wish for you, and I wish for them.
I wish I had the magic words that would bring you peace within. I only have hope.