Self-love is a Spectrum
I was always far too sensitive
it was all just too much.
it triggered my fight or flight
It was—and still is—exhausting.
Sensory overload was something I experienced
but I didn’t know how to define it.
So I just internalised it,
pushing the panic further and further down,
learning to mask and learn how
so I wouldn’t seem so weird.
For years I passed as a gifted, but strange kid
who hid the feelings of too much,
who sifted through the clouds above
that my head kept disappearing into.
Soon I aged out of the gifted label.
with minimal coping skills that could get me through school;
I was drowning in expectations that I couldn’t live up to.
So I did the only thing left to do.
I rebelled in an effort to survive,
becoming disruptive, defiant, defensive;
And when it all fell apart and I couldn’t mask it anymore,
my mother took me to a professional.
And for the first time, I felt seen.
No longer walking a blurred tight rope,
Attention Deficit (Hyperactive) Disorder.
I was no longer the broken daughter,
But still, I chose ignorance.
Only years later have I begun to explore
what my adhd and neurodiversity
I was so close to fully accepting myself,
when it all started happening again.
I’ve been living in sensory overwhelm for the past few months,
looking for routes and back roads so I wouldn’t have to confront
the reality that it’s more than ADHD.
my diagnosis still stands,
it’s still a part of who I am,
but there’s more going on inside my mind.
A Spectrum of more to clarify.
Autism Spectrum Disorder.
a word I never thought would apply to me;
an added layer of neurodiversity.
I don’t know how to feel.
I’m oscillating between relieved
If I had known back then that I wasn’t broken,
maybe it wouldn’t have been so frustrating.
Maybe I would have been kinder to little me.
But I know I can’t change the past.
All I can do now is give myself permission to unmask;
and love myself throughout the process.
I know that some days I won’t get it right.
But I’ll give myself space and acknowledge
that forgiveness looks different for everyone.
There is no proven equation,
no one true answer to the, ‘How do I accept myself?” question.
I suppose, in a way, self-love is also a spectrum.