Autism Level 1 Speaks By Theresa Werba In a world of hyper-stimuli, Lights and sounds and touches, I retreat into the world within myself for relief. There is too much to process all at once, It comes at me like a screaming hoard, shoving up against my walls and forcing me to interact. Why interact?…

By Nils Skudra This morning I had the opportunity to watch My Name is David, a compelling short film featuring the actual words of David Shapiro Sharif (May 28, 1997 – April 23, 2022), a young autism advocate who recently died suddenly at the age of 24. Made in Claymation, the film provides a…

This poem was written about my recent stay in mental health facility where I was admitted due to a meltdown. Miranda Wallace Ireland Catch and Release I am autistic because when everyone else laughs and I don’t think it’s funny I don’t care to mimic you No monkey see, no monkey do   …

The Art of Autism kicks off Black History Month 2022 with a poem by Art of Autism board member Angela Weddle. Do you have a poem, art or a blog to share? Email info@artautism.com. My Mother Stands by Angela Weddle My mother stands in front of Robert E. Lee. My mother stands in front of me. My moth…

What is your vision for the New Year? Email info@artautism.com and we may publish it! By Scott Lentine As I enter my next decade I aspire to achieve many new goals Seeking to develop fresh relationships along the way Before I am old and gray I hope to have many years of fulfilling work I would like…

What I Felt After Being Diagnosed at 20 Potential Energy, Infinite And soft, Rolling Clear waves Of starry Blossoms. Steadily Growing Like iron On trees, Morphing Into Wavering gold By a few simple words. After My Diagnosis: A Journey My heart and my brain Now grow in unison, Thinking as one, and wo…

Autistic Changeling By Dana Trick Once upon a time, A child was born to a family. At first, they were overjoyed with the child, But when they’d exhibited strange behaviors that don’t belong to other children, When they’d showed passionate interest and knowledge of strange things, When they’d acted …

THE AMAZING SEASONS a poem by Ishaan Holloway I see magic in the Kingdom of colour, I see pure joy, I see love in the air, I see hope, I see freshness, I see nature in its bounty, I see beautiful Fall in all its glory. THANKSGIVING a poem by Ishaan Holloway Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate, The …

By Dana Trick Autistic Diagnosis The explanation of My life. The reasoning of My weirdness. The justification for My getting help. The solution of My struggles The assertion of My existence. The acceptance of Myself. Autistic Medication The little life-hack strategies And expensive therapies ar…

MUSINGS ON A THUNDERSTORM a poem by Ishaan Holloway July 7, 2021 Thunder travels at the speed of sound, It makes a mighty roar, It frightens the weak at heart, As its friend the lightning makes images in the sky, Me? I look and listen, trying to understand its language, It lifts my heart, For afte…

The Art of Autism’s 2nd post for our 6th Annual Art and Poems for Peace. See first compilation here. Header image: April Tobin “Bird in Flight” Art and Poems for Peace is compiled by The Art of Autism and includes this message from the Youth Assembly, which will meet for an annual…

Autistic Emotions Happy, sadness, envy, fear, and surprise— 6 emotions, 6 logics, all misunderstood. Smile, tears, growl, grimace, whimper, and jaw dropping— 6 actions, 6 expressions, all human. Comedy, tragedy, revenge, rival, horror, and plot twist— 6 encounters, 6 experiences, all stories. Y…

By Tyler Cordeiro A poem about having to leave college because of my improperly accommodated disabilities. Wanderlust of the Solo-cup Beer Droplet Just like you expected, you Leave pirate themed college party Early First day Bathroom stall. Knees to chin. Voice echo soundwave Of friendly frat boys …

Acceptance By Rachel Pretlow Let the waves be open! Let the light shine in! Let us embrace parts of us Where we have never been! The wind picks up and lofts me On coast and sea and shore To desert fruits and poppy seeds And to the Mother’s core I am a pollinator I fly with birds and bees I feel the …