Teachers need to learn to help them.
They need support, they need confidence
instead of segregation in another class.
I have spent my time and money
learning to sing.
I wanted to learn to sing well
more than anything
but I forgot something.
I picked up a diamond and saw my own reflection
mirrored there and it was a beautiful thing.
Then I saw my daughter’s reflection and
thought of sharing.
The world is a lonely place without friends.
I want to be part of helping children who have
difficulty making friends. I want to show them
it is not so hard.
My Jennifer taught me that.
This poem is written for Aspie people everywhere. Don’t fit in to what other people think you should be. There is nobody youer than you and you are perfect.
Poem to an Asperger
I know how easy it is to
sit there on the floor.
At your fingertips is there a
world for you to explore.
If you turn the machine on
many friends appear and
doesn’t take much for you to
get to know.
You can’t say anything wrong,
they like you anyway but
there is more the world can offer you than this.
Same thing in the library,
lots of books on the shelf.
The library is a quiet place
where you can spend time with yourself.
If you open up a book and read a sentence or two
a familiar friend can call out
and say hello to you but
don’t you know you have much to offer.
Don’t give up on yourself.
I know how hard it is at school.
The problem is in
the education system not in you.
People don’t understand the way you think,
they don’t understand why you do the things you do.
How you like having all your buttons done up
and they like to wear the colour pink.
They don’t understand you and they are
the ones who miss out.
They don’t know what a loyal friend you are.
They don’t see how clever you are.
They only see you are different to them,
they don’t understand and the
unknown is scary,
something to avoid so they avoid you.
You are looking for a friend,
you look for them when you turn on the tv.
You look for them when you open the book and
find that character you love to read about.
There are people in the world who would love
to say ‘Hello friend, what do you want to do today?’
So you need to give these people a chance
to get to know you.
Turn the computer off, put your book down.
Go and find a friend.
Neuro typicals look outside.
They see the colours and
Aspergers look outside.
They see day and night.
They look up to the stars
and wonder how.
I have written a poem called The Non Conformist Snail about a slug, a snail and a butterfly. I wrote it for my daughter Jennifer who is one of the movers and shakers of this world. She looks at the world in a unique way and I am privileged to see the world from her perspective. I wish we had more people like her in this world.
The Non Conformist Snail
This slug leads a carefree life
slithering along the path.
Instead of slithering from A to B
she slithers from B to A instead.
This slug makes up her own mind and
lives by her own rules.
That is until the time comes
when she goes to school.
This slug is so excited.
She thinks learning is fun.
She has read so many books and
She knows there is more to learn
as her cousin goes to a place
where 2 + 2 = 4 and
there is paint, pencils and paste.
This slug packs her lunch and
school books in a shell.
She pushes in a pencil case as well.
She attaches the shell to her back with a strap.
On her head she wears a school cap.
This snail is ready for school.
It turns out the school is the underneath of a house
and the first lesson this snail learns is
to keep clear of a mouse,
how not to be a bird’s snack,
how not to be mashed on a path by a misplaced foot.
This snail learns the only way to do this is
to stay in one place and stay put.
Apart from survival of the fittest,
many lessons were learnt
as the snails sat row upon row
and the teacher slithered to and fro.
This snail was getting bored.
Her shoes were much too tight.
Her pencil kept on rolling off the desk
and her workbook was never right.
The snail on her left had clips in her hair.
This snail did not know why the clips were there
and what is more, she didn’t care.
This snail didn’t care she didn’t fit in with the others.
This snail didn’t care nobody wanted to play (really she did).
She could stay in the library
and read books all day.
But there came a day when
she had read all the books.
There was no more to be read.
This snail did not have a clue
what she could do instead.
This snail had been eager to learn,
happy to listen and
willing to obey.
Eventually she got tired of
doing this each and every day.
This snail wondered why nobody would listen to her and
let her speak.
Isn’t every snail an individual who is special and unique?
This snail worked out that school didn’t want this snail
to be special and unique.
School wanted her to conform.
This slug wanted to shout
‘I don’t care if I don’t fit in.
I don’t want to conform.
I don’t want to know what and where.
I want to know how and why.
I am leaving snail school.
I am going to learn to be a butterfly’.
With that this snail ripped off her cap and
threw it in the bin.
The one curl upon her head waved about in the air.
She was happy. She didn’t care.
She threw off her shell and became a butterfly.
And with one mighty leap she took off and disappeared
into the sky.