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Meet Heidi. She’s autistic. Has ADD**, NPD***, (most likely…) BPD****, with a touch of HPD*****.
ALLLLL the psyche ward acronyms.
She is also a mother, to twin toddler boys.
If you are a well meaning psychologist/psychiatrist, don’t call the men in white suites just yet
She is Self (and self) aware. She see’s the way that her trauma manifests, she is using her will power to control it and the tools of God to heal it.
She will no longer perpetuate it, into the reality that she shares with her children, she will NOT pass any more of it on to them.
The guilt of her imperfections weigh heavily on her heart…
Poetry is all at once an outlet, salve and divine intervention
The poetry/prose herein serves as a roadmap to the mind of an autistic girl, learning to love and to heal. Evolving into the woman she might have been, sans trauma.
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