Autistic Adam 2

Hello, Autistic Adam here again.

When I was a student

They taught me

That Autistic kids live

In a weird world of their own:

A place of mystery

Too strange to describe:

A bubble universe

Cut off from “normal” folk.

I couldn’t picture what Autism was

Until, to my surprise

I learnt that I myself

Am Autistic.

So hard to describe,

But I can’t read those social cues

Or innuendo.

Do you really like or love me?

Or are you being polite

Even two faced?

I cannot tell.
Does a coffee mean coffee?

Tell me to jump

And I probably will.

For I take things literally.

You say, “I’m in trouble!”

And I think you really are!

Be careful what you say.

I’m so full of fear, anxiety and anger

Yet cannot tell what words of mine

Might anger you.

I cannot understand women…

But oh, that’s normal!

Haha.

But seriously,

People are baffling.

I have no girlfriend

Because I cannot tell

Between (them showing) interest and “being polite”.

The Dating Game is way beyond

My comprehension.

I’ve never asked anyone out

As I wouldn’t know where to take them

Or how to behave whilst we’re there.

Relationships are way beyond me.

What on Earth is that about?

I need a Rule Book…

If she kisses me

Should I propose?

Just don’t get it.

Better get a dog

Or cat.

I am a fictional character

As you know.

But I’m sure I’m a typical “case”.

Even my creator

Has his own Autistic traits.

There’s much of him in me.

And no I’m not referring to God here,

But who knows?

Maybe S\He is Autistic too

To some extent.

Paul Butters

© PB 18\10\2019.

Autistic Adam

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I’m Autistic Adam.

Sorry for not looking at you.

I cannot stand seeing stares.

Just cannot look.

Sorry too for playing my electric guitar

As you try to talk to me.

But if I didn’t like you

I would have the speaker switched on.

Please don’t talk too long,

As I must have my tea

At seventeen hundred hours:

That’s set in stone.

And then I must attend

To my collection

Of football cards

And memorabilia.

After that I’ll read my maps

And study facts

In peace.

No!

I will not change my schedule!

The mere thought of that

Fills me with dread

And terror.

Sorry.

I cannot come to the party

You have arranged for me.

Just don’t do parties

Or “social events”

Or people

Period.

I’m very much the lone wolf,

Which reminds me:

Dogs and other animals

I love

With a passion

And obsession.

Give me a walk with a dog

Any time,

Or a cat to stroke.

But never

Ever

Try to make me change

My day

In any way.

Paul Butters

© PB 30\9\2019 (2).

 NB an autistic client of mine did refuse to look at me and did play his guitar throughout our conversation. But then I too have some autistic traits.....