When you're 25
This is a poem to my younger self things I wish I could tell her.
You are not weird
You feel like you are
so you hide behind a mask
you've done it for so long
you forget the mask isn't you
You think there is something wrong with you
but trust me it is not true
At age 25 you'll learn the truth
nothing is wrong with you
your brain is just different
you were misdiagnosed
or not fully diagnosed your whole life
At age 25 you'll learn the truth
once you do research
it will baffle you
how something you think was so obvious
could go unnoticed
by everyone
even those closest to you
At age 25 you'll question if you are autistic
you'll seek out answers
after a lot of tests
you will get formally diagnosed with both ADHD and ASD
questions will be answered
but so many more questions you'll have
At age 25
you will cut yourself a break
because you can't find your way
with unreadable directions
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