Black and Late Diagnosed: Talking With Autistic Poet Traci Neal
Since I was late diagnosed with autism, I feel like the people in my life are still adjusting—because now I am being the ‘real’ me, and not the person they thought I was.
poetry
Starting Third Grade
Judy Endow, MSW judyendow.com Too much new for back to school is why I just don’t like it, though each new thing all by itself is entirely acceptable. New shiny shoes I do so love new ribbons in my hair a freshly pressed brand new pink dress
Poetry: My Voice, My Life
Amy Sequenzia Amy is a self-advocate who types her thoughts. The poem below is from her recent book of poetry My Voice: Autism, Life and Dreams. Please contact Amy to acquire your own copy of her book. My Voice, My Life Look at me. Go ahead, take a good look. What do you see? Weird?
Purple Sucker
Dawn Comer What happened next? Mommy, what happened next? she begs, wanting for story, an end. But I have no context, know no story. Morning but my daughter’s eyes flit, seeking shadows in sunlight. Mommy, what happened next? Morning and my eyes stare, settling into love-heart pillow, bright pink against dull blue carpet. Cast off