Recently there have been at least a couple of Christmas themed poems on Facebook about the trials and tribulations of living with an autistic person. Here’s my sort-of-heartfelt, sort-of-satirical, spoof about the trials and tribulations of living with neurotypicals. Yes, it’s even tackier than I intended. Enjoy!
‘Tis the lead up to Christmas, and all through the day,
Festive preparations are well on the way.
We’re all in the kitchen surrounded by mess.
There’s work to be done, no time to de-stress!
Cake decorating here, mince pies baking there
And us walking into each other everywhere.
Can’t judge where to step – wait, am I in the way?
Too much talking and mess jumbled up in the fray.
So I’ll step away from the chaos and cake.
With too much going on, I could do with a break.
I like Christmas, yes, but it can get too mad
With all of the prep and social calls to be had.
A crowded kitchen today, a video call last night
With the chat breaking up and the wrong level of light.
No clear turn to talk, no idea what to say
And having to put up with the sound delay.
For there are challenges that come with being autistic
In a neurotypical world where you’re always missing a trick
With odd social rules about conversation
That you have to learn out of pure obligation.
After a tough few weeks in a difficult year
Full of change and uncertainty, losses and fear,
We all need a holiday, and time to have fun
But a break from the NT world? Easier said than done!
Refusal to change, unclear communication,
Confusing demands that just lead to frustration,
And times when they leave me feeling stupid and small
And so burned out, I can’t function at all.
I’ve fretted and agonised, worried and moped,
Over all recent things that haven’t gone as I’d hoped,
And wished there were more people who understand
That I’m constantly trying as hard as I can!
But amid all the struggles, I like to remember
Everything to be thankful for this December.
So I’ll start with the obvious: my friends and family
Who know and support me and have always stuck by me.
For each neurotypical is different, I’d say,
And very unique “in their own special way”
Though some are illogical, strange and confusing,
Some are supportive, kind and amazing.
Now, as I rejoin all the family madness
With a much clearer head, I’ll do it with gladness.
At times I’ve felt lonely. At times I’ve felt stuck.
But with such a strong base, I know I’m in luck.
So Merry Christmas to all, and to all one last thing,
Whether you’re doing well or simply surviving,
Amid all the chaos at this crazy time,
With all the right people, you’ll pull through just fine.