My Journey to Self-Love as a Woman on the Autism Spectrum

they are on a separate plane, in a separate reality that is visible to me but only just. the film that divides us is suffocating. still, the glow of their bodies burns through me like jealousy; makes wonder if they are more permanent than i am. I wrote this poem as a senior in high school. At the time, I didn’t have a name for the shadow that seemed to loom over me. The sudden loss of friendships, my unconventional interests, and the general feelings of isolation I experienced were things I hoped to grow out of. Once I moved on to university, I assumed I would find where I “fit” in the world and all would be well. Somehow I’d become a better student, a more pleasant person. Unfortunat

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