Re: (Poetry) Aspie - ATTN: CJ

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Hi CJ,

I love that poem - that is really great! Would it be possible to share with others provided I give credit to the poem? Thank you for sharing.

I hope to hear from you again soon,

Best,

Tara Kimberley Torme

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-- (Poetry) Aspie

I would like to share with you a poem inspired by the author's recent Aspergers diagnosis.Typically I don't care for amateur poetry, yet I thought this one was worth sharing.Enjoy,~CJ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ASPIEPlease listen: I have something huge to share with you.You are my friend, my coworker, my family, my love.You think you know me, yet there are times I seem most strange.At times you think me brilliant, yet other times you ask:"How could he not get something so simple?"Sometimes you think me kind as a saint:Sometimes a true ass or idiot, to forget the things that matter most.I have a revelation: an explanation for the hundred plagues that trouble my mind.I have carried a hundred labels, but this one summarizes them all.I have Asperger's.It isn't what you think.It isn't Tourrettes: I don't spout profanity without control.It isn't cancer: I may be an awkward klutz, avoid bright lights and harsh sounds,but I'm not dying or wasting away.It is a syndrome: a symphony of symptoms and issues, all blaring away in my mind.ADD, OCD, alphabet soup: it means that I am human, sometimes intensely so.My world is not exactly yours, for I see the secret patterns that may or may not be there.I am ruled at times by lines and wheels I cannot cross, cannot let go:Trapped by the box, caught in the circle,Don't step on the crack, though it's superstition and I know it to be so.I have Asperger's.It's not the way you think.You might miss the forest for the trees:I may miss the Amazon for the delicate ruffle of the petals on the purple, pink and white orchid.I might recall the names of five hundred dinosaurs, their native land mass and era when they lived,but can forget when I need to eat.I remember the sandcastles I built at age three, but not the year or make of my car.I may speak fluent Klingon, or design medieval castles to a "T:"But balancing a checkbook could seem a bit beyond me.Please forgive me: I may not be able to place your face or name,though we met five times before:It isn't that I don't care: just sometimes that place in my memory isn't there.I know that cool folks "chit-chat," and I'll try to fake it through:But I'd rather talk of things important, like who I am or what I do.Yes, that sounds like someone self-absorbed, but it's not the way I meant:Once again I hit the wall, failing to grasp or share intent.I have Asperger's.It's just a different way I think.Sometimes I feel like Barney, clumsy lawman, simpleton, buffoon:At times I dream like Tesla, and could almost grasp the moon.A knight in shining armor, reflecting values of a bygone age:Am I stalwart or mired in fantasy, too trapped to turn the page?I always knew that I was different: it's been a lifelong thorn upon my soulI would change it if I could, but that's not in my controlSo I'm sharing now and hoping those who mean most to me will understandThough my differences seem peculiar,Like yours, they are just what makes me who I am.Elessar Anduin 08 23 2010 ©