Wonderful, triumphant voice for the autistic poets.
You speak and everything is in slow motion.
Yet nothing sounds clear .Your words sound like a robot through my ear .
You send instruction and await my behavioral composure in favor of what you’ve asked .
And I fail Everytime because words hit my ear and enter my mind the unscramble is a task .
No I’m not disobedient !
Yes I hear you ! My ears are not deaf ! Don’t scream ! No loud noises no loud noise I rock back and forth.
My thoughts are constantly rearranging as they flow from your mouth to my ears .
But in conversation you await an answer never knowing my mind is unscrambling the puzzle of your words to find it’s proper context .
It’s too late they are all irritated with my pace
Stop it i am not demonstrating incompetence .
I plead for your patience
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