A description of being Autistic (According to a 12-year-old)

“Take a seat and sit with me

I want to talk about ASD

If you don’t mind I’d like to explain

A little thing called autism and how it affects my brain

It can make me anxious, angry and afraid

But this stays in my head, on my face it’s not displayed

I may seem heartless and question your meanings

But it takes me a little longer to process the feelings

Take a seat and sit with me I want to show you ASD

A girl sitting quietly is all you see

But inside my mind I am far from free

My thoughts collide, my senses take over

I become overwhelmed by the smallest sound

Clicking pens, ticking clocks

That boy’s chair and the way it rocks

All different smells attacking me

The perfumes, the coffee, the teacher’s tea

Take a seat and sit with me

But not too close, I have ASD

I try to be social, I try to fit in

I come across rude, I can never win

I am very literal and straight to the point

If you want the truth I won’t disappoint

When my brain is overloaded I sometimes lash out

My control fades, I scream and shout

I get confused and it all spills out

Intense emotions all trapped inside

Finally have nowhere to hide

Take a seat and sit with me I want to tell you about ASD

Please understand I am not to blame I’ve just got an atypical brain 

But it’s not all doom and gloom

I’m often the sportiest girl in the room

I’m quirky, unique, kind and caring

I’m loyal, protective and always sharing

I’m obsessed with frogs and all things green

I’m the youngest trendsetter you’ve ever seen

Take a seat and sit with me

I am Ava, I am me

I’m not just my label of ASD.”