By Anna Hehir
I’m six years old. I try to play at lunchtime but the sunlight burns my eyes. I hide in the shade alone.
I’m nine. I wriggle desperately with my hand raised, but my silent pleas are ignored. Tears smudge my test as liquid runs down my leg.
I’m 11. The classroom is a cacophony that makes me wince, but I’m the only one covering my ears.
I’m 14. The cool girls laugh and point as I walk past. I tiptoe to become invisible.
I’m 31. The psychologist confirms I’m autistic. I’m a lost child finally found, grieving a childhood forever lost.
Moving story. Great last line. Well done.
Powerful, moving, brought me to tears.
Wow! A powerful story in so few words.
Poignant, powerful, and unfortunately a story lived by so many.
Love this! So poignant. And I’m hopeful there are better supports available now.