You labeled me as autistic I arrived to the evaluation Not knowing What has got me there Confused As to why I'm there They examined me I felt bizzare "This is not the right place for me", I thought, "I entered the wrong door". 3 people have decided: "You're autistic." I'm autistic. I'm... autistic? I don't have a problem with autistics, Just feel like there's been made a mistake, That they mislabeled me; My intuition told me: "No; you're not autistic." I feel off whenever I'm with neurodivergent people; They're beautiful But I'm not one of them. That must be a mistake; A mistake...
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Maya Or Tzur
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Just a 27 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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