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| A woman on fire-Pixabay |
My meltdown is
Echoed in my screaming
Adrenaline is racing like napalm through my veins
Moro reflex punching my gut over and over
Reliving the sensory overload on a loop
I'm drowning without being in water
and I have to go to bed for 2 days
Sometimes it brings red and blue flashing lights on a squad car
Handcuffs chewing into my wrists
Lots of shouting and grabbing
Strapped to a backboard while my skin turns purple and black
Locked up, drugged up
Being punished for something I cannot control
It isn't a conscience choice I've made
To disrupt my life or yours
It so happened that
A dog was barking-
A child was screaming-
Someone set off a firecracker-
And I couldn't process the information fast enough
To remain in control of my executive functioning
The threat of sensory overload
hangs pregnant, like a cumulonimbus cloud
I need a safe place and safe people- now and until I die
To successfully process what life heaps upon me
-autisticaplanet
Will you help me to make this a reality? I cannot do it alone, behind a computer detached from any notion of community. I don't want my life story to end in a jail cell, nursing home or alley.