Brynn F.

As I got more comfortable doing RPM I began to realize the beauty of words (and especially poetry) available at my fingertips. I started taking a poetry class with other RPMers and found a camaraderie I never knew could be possible for me. Being a part of this group gave me confidence and a feeling of personal pride. Below is a poem about how I felt going from a self contained autism classroom to being homeschooled. Most autistics suffer in silence. I know because I was one of them. 

Anniversary Poem 

In fall only distress was growing 

Incited by clicks of the tongue 

My body knew other change was near 

It was year’s end and time was oppressive 

The mask of my appearance was binding 

     the blindness of others 

My body in a stim and on another walled off being

 Books made me believe I am more swan than 

     ugly duckling 

I am a swan in training 

This moment is my changing into myself 

The flames are in the past

What can others against RPM know?