I find some things difficult to grasp. I need to be shown or taught a few different ways sometimes before I figure it out

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.Part of me wants to run away and be free.I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.

Please don't obsess on the number of friends i have or don't have. I'll find my own way, it will be right for me.

She became an illusion of herself. It was easier to cope with people that way

I tried to write how I felt. The pen remained frozen. The paper stayed white and empty, while my brain was dark and full

Being autistic does not mean I don't have empathy. Stereotypes are harmful. If anything I hyper feel everything and have to try to shut off to cope.

I'm an autistic girl. I have many years to grow. I'm going to rock my life. Just watch me shine

I take criticism to heart. The words hit me literally and it hurts. It can take me a long time to recover from it.

The world is full of terrible suffering, compared to which the small inconveniences of my childhood are as a drop of rain in the sea.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

We have become a nation of biblical illiterates.

People who know that they are wrong and still don't feel sorry are those who never learn.

How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.

It's pretty self-explanatory. If we play well, we know what our picture is. If we don't play well, we'll know what our picture is.

I can play in the center, on the right and occasionally on the left side.

I don't have to wait for nobody, I move when I wanna move.

Accept the challenges so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory. Always do more than is required of you. If a man has done his best, what else is there?

I was madder than a midget with a yo-yo