My AUTISM Lensography - A collection of my AUTISM Lenses

My Autism lenses are some of the first lenses I built on Squidoo. In fact, Autism 101 was the 1st lens I ever built on Squidoo! My reason for joining Squidooo and building lenses was to bring more awareness to Autism (just doing my small part in the world). However, since then I have come to really enjoy writing on Squidoo and have expanded my lenses to several different topics, including weddings, business, shopping, Halloween, animals and more. The lens you are reading right now is my 58th lens!

Since my Autism lenses are some of the first lenses I built, a few of them could use a little TLC. They are great lenses but now that I've build 58 lenses Ive learned some fun things along the way like making this text bold or bold and red...lol. I try to go back whenever I can to make changes, and add new stuff...so be sure to check back often, or favor the lenses you like so can be notified of changes....and all the fun and informative stuff I plan to add. Any new Autism related lense that I build will be added to this lens. So be sure to favor this one too!

The Misunderstood Child

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 God made me this way -
Some message He sent me 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.

(Kathy Winters/2003)