An autistic Christmas,
 

Schedules change,
foods different,
social expectations and events,
'Whats wrong with her why won't she join in with the games we play?'
'She's autistic ' they say,
They nod and smile,
The noise, the lights, its loud and all so bright,
Routines all different, nothing feels right,
Conform to social norms, act normal,
I can't, its too much,
'She's autistic'
It's all they ever say,
It's like I come with a warning, a label,
'She's autistic'
Thats what they say,
Clothes that itch and feel tight,
'you can't wear jeans thats not okay'
Meltdown comes next,
It's loud, its bright, thing smell strange,
'She's autistic' they say,
That's just her way, her own strange little way.
The music it bellows out,
The people they scream and they shout,
They drink and drink,
'She's autistic' thats what they say
Like that makes it all okay...

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