A poem on finding out you're autistic at 40 -- I wrote this a year ago when my impending autism diagnosis started to unravel the world I’d so expertly built. Here’s to all the brave humans who courageously ask new questions of their one wild life, willing to see what emerges, even when they’re afraid. Love is holding the other end of every single thread. Deep bow to you, my friends.
Jenny, I love this! I had some tears that were just waiting to be released. This poem helped me let them trickle down my checks. Thanks for sharing this with your readers!
Jenny, I love this! I had some tears that were just waiting to be released. This poem helped me let them trickle down my checks. Thanks for sharing this with your readers!
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I really felt this, writing from the heart and soul, bless you