There is never enough time
Not for the adequate rest I need
Not to clean my home of dust and grime
Not for the work tasks I try to succeed.
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Each day I try just to keep up with life
I’ve given up on getting ahead
Every morning has someone new in strife
Will this be every day until I’m dead?
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Lists upon lists of things that need doing
Even relaxing requires a timetabled plan
So rather than doing, I sit stewing
Frozen and scrolling, I can't even say I began
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Prioritise, they say, get on with the worst,
Then it's just the little ones left to do.
But I find it better to do the little tasks first
Tiny wins carry me the rest of the way through
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Recharge on the weekend, like solar panels in sun,
But often I have less than a day
Days off are for things that need to be done
And any help requires some kind of pay
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Understanding comes slowly, and pushback abounds
Perhaps one day I won't need justification
For why I am as I am, need as I need, however it sounds
Perhaps one day we won't need representation.
April is Autism Awareness Month. For the love of god, DO NOT plaster your profile with puzzle pieces, or donate to Autism Speaks.
Instead, talk to Autistic people, especially adults, because half the world seems to think that only kids can have Autism.
Istead of saying "well, that doesn't match the one Autistic person I know...", learn about the concept of a Spectrum. (The Autism Spectrum is more like one of those fancy DJ soundboards, anyway)
No Autistic person experiences Autism mildly. YOU experience THIER Autism mildly, and you have no idea how much effort that takes.
About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia



Comments (1)
That is me every day, excellent words