I loved to tell my stories

Tails of joy and mirth

A life untouched by tragedy

Before my harsh rebirth

The first time that I mmf’d

I was but sweet 19.

Not the seduced innocent

But the seductive queen.

At 24 I loved a guy

I met just minutes before

On a pier in Barbados

Under sunset but that’s not all.

His father had been with us

He watch our bags with glee

I never did see him again

but he’s still a part of me.

But the last few years have not been so

My stories now tails of wow

I’ll more oft talk of God now

And of my own sorrow.

So buckle up my lovelies

This may be tough for you

But just me assure you

That all I say is true.

This is the story of what happens when an autistic girl is misunderstood. When trauma is compound by trauma and when coping mechanisms are considered insanity. 

When they won’t let you be normal they make people insane.

People tell me I should accept what happened because it is not just me.  It is precisely because it is not just me that I will not stay silent.