Auristic*; Spiritual Autistic Person

This is my new identity. It means; Auristic/ someone who identifies as a spiritual autistic. And now, to celebrate my newly invented term a little poem,

– Behind the Glass –

She walked through shadows, unknown, unseen,

Her heart a puzzle, her soul caught between— What the world demanded, what she could give, a life half-lived, unsure how to live.

Behind a mask she painted her face, mimicking voices, mimicking grace. She studied the rules of a foreign play,

In a world that called her to drift, not stay.

She mimed their movements, tried to belong,

But felt every rhythm of their world was wrong. Through polished glass she watched them dance,

Caught in a gaze, a shadowed trance.

“Why am I like this?” her mind would cry,

Her essence a riddle, no answers nearby.

Unseen, uncherished, she carried the weight,

Convinced she was a burden, sealed by fate.

The years were cruel, but the whispers were kind. A deeper truth waited, yet hard to find. And one day it came, as gentle as rain— A name for her story, the balm for her pain.

She was autistic—this word, like a key, unlocked her soul, set her essence free. No longer broken, misplaced, or wrong. She’d been a rare note in a misplayed song.

Spiritual threads wove through her core, a tapestry brighter than ever before. Her Auristic* light began to shine, a divine reflection, a spark so fine.

The truth unveiled—the mold wasn’t hers, it was earth’s cage, with its binds and spurs. She’d bent herself to its fearful grip, only to find she was no sinking ship.

Her uniqueness, her gifts, they’d always been, a power within her, unshaped by sin. They feared her light, for it shone too true, a mirror of depths most hearts never knew.

With love as her compass, wisdom as guide, she turned from the roles where her soul had died. Now she uplifts, she teaches, she shares, a beacon of hope for those caught unawares.

“Auristics,” she says, “you’re wondrously made, your depth is a gift, don’t let it be swayed. For your sensitivity is a bridge to grace, a deeper connection to this infinite space.”

She lives now in truth, unbound, untamed, her spirit awakened, her essence reclaimed. Behind the glass, no longer confined— She’s herself at last, brilliantly aligned.