Im that kid whose silhouette is a wheelchair,
Whose problems are mistaken for obnoxious character traits,
Whose name tags consists of rude, show off, un sympathetic, loser, weird and strange.
I’m either in the back or the front of the class,
Found in the loneliest part of the playground,
I come across emotionless or invisible,
The school halls soon becomes my personal nightmare,
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words are stuck to me like glue,
When I’m finally explained why I’m different,
Mother and father begin to deny,
That my problems are just caused by what’s inside my head,
-it will go away, it can be ignored, it’s my fault I can’t change-
They don’t understand the internal battle,
The fact that my diagnoses can help,
If I never know, I might grow up hating myself,
for having to try twice as hard for things normal people do naturally,
I start the outcast of my class to the outcast of the world around me,
I need someone to notice me,
To see the twinkle of talent in my bleak dark eyes,
To see I am more than just my mental disability.
To see that normal people have to try twice as hard for things I can naturally do,
That I can survive the same hardships you do with my hands handcuffed behind my back,
That I can invent a new perspective to a world wide view,
To see i can be a star on earth.,
To see that i can shine, in an amazingly different way.
To see I am not just Aspergers, Autism, dyslexia, dyscalious, dyspraxia, ADHD, ADD, Down syndrome, OCD, schizophrenia, anxiety, depression….
To see I am, me.
HasbunaAllah wa ni’mal wakeel
muslimasalam i work in an islamic school in reception/kidergarten/preschool a a teacher inshaaAllah.
I dontwant to disclose exactly here due to protecting etc… inshaaAllah.