When The Hurting Started Aged Five Poem by James McLain
When The Hurting Started Aged Five
Over powered
and sat upon by he who was not my father.
The zippo lighter not my friend as he would
burn my fingers.
Autism,
made the pain I felt, so much, so much sharper.
The buckles of the belts always left a scar on
more than skin.
The spectrum of my range was testing and communication.
My thinking was not theirs as thinking went and
some teachers,
were as bullies as bullies came and went.
Unable to communicate, behavior changed as well.
Could I survive and grow to be a man and not a bully?
James, I've rated this with five stars and put with my poem favorites. Thanks. I 'enjoyed' the poem. I'm glad you managed to get this into the not-so-user-friendly PH. bri : )
I had a much older stepson who had Asperger's Syndrome, another disability with a wide range of behavioral symptoms. He lives in a 'group home' now, as he cannot live independently. ;) bri
He is in a school class which has one other 'autistic' and an aide helps them to fit with the non-autistic students. Some members of the 'spectrum' have much more disabling symptoms.
Let me read again. My 8 yr. old, only, grandchild is 'part of' the 'Autism Spectrum'; his autism is perhaps not noticeable to most (I only met him when he was nearly 1 yr. old.
Whoa! James, is it autism you have? Or is it NOT you who you write about.? Anyway, well done on this poem. It doesn't ex this and some of your poems I have trouble with. ;) bri plain the striking difference between this and some of your poems I have trouble with. ;) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:01:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Heartbreaking stuff, James. Five stars.