Autism
pearljamfan-1997
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Autism
puzzle pieces lying on the floor
scattered unsure what to do
where to fit
puzzled by this puzzle indeed
cunfused and mind swimming with questions of this disease
autism
what does it mean?
what could it be?
how did it turn my world upsidedown?
how could it have shaped my personality when i wasn't the one stuck with the disease?
it confuses me more each day
to see how my brother does
how he might say words trapped in his mouth
the way he might express his stress his doubt
the way whenever i pout
he must come to my rescue
his determanation to help
my little autistic brother who saved my day
the way only he can
sometimes we speak the silent language with our hands
sing to nickleback his favorite band
but i still have my fears
the nightmares that bargade my mind
of what people find
what people see
how they wisper crude jokes
i think if werent blessed with my brother would i be the same?
would it all just be some meaningless game?
what if they find a cure which there is no need
my brother is more perfect than Jesus to me
sure he bugs me to near insanity
but i love him
my little autistic brother and he needs me
i taught him to talk after he was diagnosed at 3
i taught him some things i utterly regret
for they utterly annoy me
things i wish he would just utterly forget
little games that irk me further more
his lack to shut the door when he pees
and how he runs naked when my friends can see
but the little player with 3 girlfriends last time i checked
the little genius speller whos better than me
the little boy with an unforgetable personality
the little child with all the quirks
but believe me he makes me work
the diaboticly cute thing
the little mamas boy
who loves his sister
and hangs onto every word
when people say they understand
i know they dont and it bothers me
the way people accuse
the way they talk like they know everything
but all the things that he is
why most the one so called "inperfection"
stand above the rest
hes my brother
my little autistic brother
hes the puzzle pieces on the floor
so complex
and yet so simple
people try hard to judge and look deep
autism is what it is
its my lifes mystery.
puzzle pieces lying on the floor
scattered unsure what to do
where to fit
puzzled by this puzzle indeed
cunfused and mind swimming with questions of this disease
autism
what does it mean?
what could it be?
how did it turn my world upsidedown?
how could it have shaped my personality when i wasn't the one stuck with the disease?
it confuses me more each day
to see how my brother does
how he might say words trapped in his mouth
the way he might express his stress his doubt
the way whenever i pout
he must come to my rescue
his determanation to help
my little autistic brother who saved my day
the way only he can
sometimes we speak the silent language with our hands
sing to nickleback his favorite band
but i still have my fears
the nightmares that bargade my mind
of what people find
what people see
how they wisper crude jokes
i think if werent blessed with my brother would i be the same?
would it all just be some meaningless game?
what if they find a cure which there is no need
my brother is more perfect than Jesus to me
sure he bugs me to near insanity
but i love him
my little autistic brother and he needs me
i taught him to talk after he was diagnosed at 3
i taught him some things i utterly regret
for they utterly annoy me
things i wish he would just utterly forget
little games that irk me further more
his lack to shut the door when he pees
and how he runs naked when my friends can see
but the little player with 3 girlfriends last time i checked
the little genius speller whos better than me
the little boy with an unforgetable personality
the little child with all the quirks
but believe me he makes me work
the diaboticly cute thing
the little mamas boy
who loves his sister
and hangs onto every word
when people say they understand
i know they dont and it bothers me
the way people accuse
the way they talk like they know everything
but all the things that he is
why most the one so called "inperfection"
stand above the rest
hes my brother
my little autistic brother
hes the puzzle pieces on the floor
so complex
and yet so simple
people try hard to judge and look deep
autism is what it is
its my lifes mystery.
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
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i read somewhere that autistic births have risen something like 450% in just three generations
but with no known specific reason
thank you for sharing such an intimate insight into your life
gayle
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
very intense, very touching
beautiful and very personal, i like it a lot
i love the comparison to the puzzle pieces especially
wish all the best for you and your brother and family