it's the shame and embarrassment that hurts so deep and forces you to withdraw because you just can't explain one more time how much the bright lights hurt you or the loud noises or erratic behaviors.

I am an orderly regiment

Living in a world of chaos called The Norm

I am the outcast, the hidden one.

The constant embarrassment and shame of being different, of being confused and unclear of what is being said and taking place around me, forces me to isolate in the safety, security, and normality of my own home.

Only there am I okay, understood and not a huge freak that needs constant consistent accommodations.

Autism Sucks