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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required For nineteen years, I carried questions like bricks in my chest. Why was the world always so loud? Why did people seem to come with a rulebook that I never got? Why did my body betray me in crowds, Why did my words tangle when I needed them most, Why did I feel like an alien wearing a human mask that never quite fit? Nineteen years of being told, “You’re too quiet.” “You’re too much.” “Why can’t you just be normal?” And I swallowed it. Every. Single. Time. Believing maybe I was a glitch, A mistake in the system, A piece cut wrong at the factory. And then At Nineteen One word. Autism. It hit like thunder, But it settled like rain. At first, I thought: “No. Not me. That can’t be.” But then, It was like someone handed me a mirror that finally showed my reflection clearly. For the first time, I saw myself without distortion. Suddenly the noise, The overwhelm, The exhaustion, The way I clung to routines like lifelines, The way I noticed patterns no one else did, The way I felt everything in neon, It all made sense. Nineteen years of thinking I was broken collapsed into the truth: I was never broken. I was different. And different does not mean less. I think about all the nights I prayed to be fixed, And I want to go back And tell that younger version of me: “You are not a problem to solve. You are a language the world hasn’t learned to read yet. But they will. Nineteen was not too late. It was right on time. Because that was the year I stopped searching for who I was supposed to be, And started learning who I already am. I will not lie It wasn’t a magic switch. The world didn’t suddenly soften its edges. But I softened toward myself. And that was the beginning. At nineteen, I gave myself permission to unmask. To rest. To honor the way I move through the world. To claim space without apology. Autism didn’t take anything away from me. It gave me back to myself. So when I say “nineteen,” I don’t just mean a number. I mean a rebirth. I mean clarity. I mean finally knowing That the strange, beautiful rhythm inside me was always mine to dance to. And for the first time, I am not trying to change the music. I am learning to love it. I am learning to love me.
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