A Day in the Life of an Autistic Woman

A Day in the Life of an Autistic Woman

The morning sun, a muted glow,I leave the house and start to go,The train arrives with rattles loud,A daily start to face the crowd. I board and find a little space,But then oh no! The crunch, the raceAn apple’s bite, a crisp’s crisp crack,The sounds assault, no...