That’s right folks! The Poetry of autism is now available on audio book (CD). If ( for whatever reason) you find reading difficult or simply want to hear my voice, then you can buy a copy from my Etsy store today. Just follow the link:
I also received the first customer review of The Poetry of Autism today, which was incredibly positive.
‘An inspiring anthology. The collection is touching and perhaps a little poignant in its exploration and expression of ASD. I’d definitely recommend this as a must-read for anyone, especially those wishing to gain a slight glimpse through the eyes of someone who experiences life from an unimaginable angle. Kudos to the authors; I’d love to see more creative work from them in the future.’- HFW92
It’s not all been plain sailing though. Since the book launch I’ve been feeling exhausted, unmotivated and experienced more panic attacks/anxiety than usual. I believe this is also down to the fact that I’ve been pushing myself to socialise more- a difficult, tiring process for anyone with ASD. In the end I had to take a few unscheduled days off work where I basically hid under the duvet, drank my weight in wine and read trashy fantasy novels. I’m back at work now and loving it, but I’m still taking good care of myself. Recently on television I’ve noticed a lot of adverts (particularly for sports ware and the army) urging viewers to “push past their limits” in order to achieve more. A word of cation: this kind of attitude can be very damaging to a persons mental and physical health. During uni I attempted to push past my limits, bypassing socialising and sleep in order to produce as much work as possible. All that happened was I had a breakdown, and became to ill to attend my lectures at all for several months (although I did complete my assignments from home). Now I work within my limits, and have found I can produce work of a much higher quality because I am healthy and rested.
I was very nervous to go back to work today, so I revisited the poetry of Maya Angelou in the hope of finding some inspiration. I wanted to share her poem “And Still I Rise” with you, as it has helped me find my own strength and get through some tough times.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.