Words Like Weeds In Me | 3.21.21

My ASD presents itself in a lot of ways, enough to call it a myriad. It sometimes looks like quiet, it sometimes looks like frustration, sometimes looks like I am daydreaming in a way you can’t snap your fingers to call me from. A thousand ways I disappear when I’m overwhelmed, when there are plates spinning in my brain that you might not see, when I’m doing all I can to keep them going, to keep the floor free of shards and blood.

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