So sweetly true.

"I am the child that looks healthy and fine. I was born with ten fingers and toes.
But something is different, somewhere in my mind, And what it is, nobody knows.
I am the child that struggles in school, Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.
They tell me I'm lazy -- can learn if I try -- But I don't seem to know where to start.
I am the child that won't wear the clothes which hurt me or bother my feet.
I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells, And tastes -- there are few foods I'll eat.
I am the child that can't catch the ball And runs with an awkward gait.
I am the one chosen last on the team And I cringe as I stand there and wait.
I am the child with whom no one will play -- The one that gets bullied and teased
I try to fit in and I want to be liked, But nothing I do seems to please.
I am the child that tantrums and freaks Over things that seem petty and trite.
You'll never know how I panic inside, When I'm lost in my anger and fright.
I am the child that fidgets and squirms Though I'm told to sit still and be good.
Do you think that I choose to be out of control? Don't you know that I would if I could?
I am the child with the broken heart Though I act like I don't really care.
Perhaps there's a reason I'm made this way -- Some message I'm sent to share.
For I am the child that needs to be loved And accepted and valued too.
I am the child that is misunderstood. I am different - but look just like you."
Author: Kathy Winters

[Kathy Winters is a part-time writer and full-time mother of three. She has a 14-year-old son with Asperger Syndrome and an 11-year-old son with ADHD/Tourettes Syndrome]



This reminded me SO SO much of our sweet Cale man.