Autism Mother Fighting Back…I didn't want it to be this way.
I’m your first grandchild. Born to your first daughter. I understand your humming Your whistles and whispers We are the same, you and me. I wish i knew more of your invisible invasion. I can hazard a guess, but I can only imagine. It’s maternal, i know it is. The line that was …
Is it because I am like a man? Bullish Firm and stand my ground Refuse to roll over and take it lying down But it can’t be, can it? Social Rapists. Self indulgent and full of shit. Cunts. Shaven, tiny tears circa 1982. A chicken who laid 3 eggs, 1 broken and …
That lightbulb moment Well it came too late The glass had already been placed across the flesh of my then childless carcass. Very thin, so very very thin, little resistance against my thick skin With an infernal fist, i create rain of light and glitter it’s pretty, it can be, this Neurodiversity …
this holds a special place in my heart, as shit as most of it is, i like the second half pictured below. To me, it sums up my then confusing and scary ‘emotional episodes’ otherwise known as undiagnosed autism meltdowns it is a perfect Autism/anxiety poem…in my experience at least Fierce festival 2007. Bernadette Louise …
I don’t know whats spinning around your head, so you decide not to come to bed, but I’m not scared to bear the truth, there’s nothing there to bother you. Imaginary monsters claw at your snores and i am unable to combat that. I’m nothing but a bore to you and with every huff and puff …
I feel sick and unwell Im Fucking Ailing buying zomlings Identifying playthings out of iPhone playlists to get us round supermarkEts Sick of Sainsburys, it’s all i breathe Tis the air that i seathe and swelter and burn under their neon shelter Tis my wardrobe Tis my bank load Tis our salvation after social malfunction …
Y’yummy mummy You get your Armani You get your Pri-marni Your 6am sale chaser, the Next big splurger and your Blue Cross piranha The ones content to swim through an aisle of lackluster But I need a gut buster dragging my ass through TU, tut tut tutting f f f Fancy pants at F …
“Unusual and interesting woman” Dedication: For Sandra, Worcestershire. “she was an unusual and interesting woman” So this is what she saw And what is so frightening about a body covered in egg, fake blood or gore? What is so horrifying about a tale that is old, years of dismay, using art to resolve? Art to portray …
The lady with the holes in her top I know why they are there, those two tiny holes. I know that you cut out the label from your top. I know that you did that for comfort and for relief. It’s not vanity, hiding your unbranded attire or denial at the size tag that led …
Together we must be bread Feed ourselves Let our kids pull at us and pummel our doughy bodies in to kneaded readiness We must rest, we must allow ourselves to recover, receive oxygen and grow. And together we must rise. Rise to the challenge. Rise to the fore with our tales of maltreatment, and we …