By JD Scott
I have an old self-portrait
That I made some years ago,
The last of several works of art
I’d stopped when feeling low.
See, sadness, pain and anger
Made me seek a doc or two,
Lo and behold, I soon found
My depression was a clue.
It turned out I’m autistic
With Asperger syndrome, gad!
It was a shock, but sure explained
Why I had felt so bad.
For being hypersensitive
And needing time alone,
For carrying out my loved routines
Or turning off my phone.
I wanted to retreat some place
That’s quiet, calm and slow,
The world was way too noisy
But what was I to know.
Well time has passed and I can say
I now appreciate,
What I perceive is based upon
The wiring in my pate.
JD Scott © 2013
@AnEndInItself
Published in Autism West Midland’s book, ‘Ultraviolet Voices: Stories of Women on the Autism Spectrum’ (2014).