We Are Not Broken, We Are Autistic

You say you understand autism, but you only know

the word. You hear our voices speaking. Still, you miss what's

being heard. We live in constant translation. Decoding every glance and tone.

Navigating rules you never question in a world that isn't built like home.

We mask to survive your comfort. We script just to get through days.

You call it high or low functioning. While ignoring what it takes.

We are not broken. We are autistic. Our minds were never meant to

fit your system. We don't need fixing. We need space. We need dignity,