When my son was 12, I wrote this poem to try and express how I understood his autism.
I love spaghetti bolognese
I like it very much
But my spaghetti and my bolognese
Must never touch
I love the pallet in the tree
It’s somewhere nice to sit
As long as no-one else is there
And I’m alone on it
I love the Famous Five in books
From one to twenty one
I read them to myself most nights
My secret world of fun
I love the Glebe, it’s where I go
To secondary school
As long as lesson three on Tuesday’s
Always in the pool
I don’t make friends and find it hard
To chat with those around
And if my house is very full
I’m nowhere to be found
I love my life and now I’m twelve
I think about my days
Just trying my best to keep life like
Spaghetti bolognese

Matthew at 16
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