I heard there was help
I tried Really Really hard
I built myself up internally
I’m better equipped
I no longer try to present for their perception
I stammer
I let the clutter out more freely
I can stop them, go back and ask the questions I need clarifying
I can get things written down
I no longer need to hide myself
I only have to call out
I only have to reach out
I don’t think that is true
I’ve tried it all before
I have gone to see a therapist
I understood, our brains are different,
we speak in different languages!
I knew better and had the power to trust myself and my journey,
and leave
I don’t visit the doctor too much
I try to wait
I get my needs met by knowing I have to do that myself
I’m still learning what works best
I was in labour with my first child
I was unnecessarily strapped to a machine
I was alone with no information,
and no one to advocate on my behalf
I had my second child at home against healthcare advice,
…the best decision I made
I am a minority, it is feeling ‘othered’ just by being seen in this skin
…as a black person,
…as a woman,
…as a neurodivergent person, all boiled into one.
I think all of these things combined, make it extremely difficult for us to be seen and understood.