WriterMelbSenior Contributor
Comes a time when you stop talking
I’ve stoped talking. Reached out here and crickets.
Had an autistic meltdown at a family get together and now can’t bear to see anyone.
Got the big family get together tomorrow. Been looking forward to this all year,
I’m not going.
All the presents are wrapped and ready to go.
Im not going.
I have a worker with me all day tomorrow because
Im not going.
Ive managed not to have an austic meltdown with the family for 18 years. One event all has changed everything.I’m not the person they thought I was.
Im not going.
They are scared of me, Im scared of me and what I am.
Im not going.
The monster inside is me.
I self harm to distract myself to talk normally to my supports and carer. Somehow I manage to put on a good face. All is good I am coping and will get over this. I hide the bruises.18 years of family care is gone in an afternoon.
I’m not going. Ever
Done. This helps to get it out. Now the mask can stay on. Till it can’t.