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The Misunderstood Child

"The Misunderstood Child" - Poem by Kathy Winters

I am the child that looks healthy and fine, I was born with ten fingers and toes.

But something is different, somewhere in my mind - and what it is, nobody knows.

I am the child who struggles in school, though they say I'm perfectly smart.

They tell me I'm lazy - can learn if I try - but I don't seem to know where to start.

I am the child that won't wear the clothes, which hurt me or bother my feet.

I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells, and tastes - there are few foods I'll eat.

I am the child that can't catch the ball, and runs with an awkward gait.

I am the one chosen last on the team, and cringe as I stand there and wait.

I am the child with whom no one will play - the one that gets bullied and teased.

I try to fit in and I want to be liked, but nothing I do seems to please.

I am the child that tantrums and freaks, over things that seem petty and trite.

You'll never know how I panic inside, when I'm lost in my anger and fright.

I am the child that fidgets and squirms, though I'm told to sit still and be good

Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Do you think that I would if I could?

I am the child with the broken heart, though I act like I really don't care.

Perhaps there is a reason God made me this way - some message he sent me to share.

For I am the child that needs to be loved and accepted and valued too. I am the child that is misunderstood,

I am different - but look just like you.

By Kathy Winters - 2003
Mother of a Child who has Autism