Masked

I''m what''s called high masking, meaning I''m very good at hiding my autistic traits. Once I knew what masking was, once I began to learn how to recognize my own mask and to see all the ways that I was pretending, I realized so many of these poems are a reflection of the pain and turmoil that result from heavy masking. I want to honor this part of myself. This past version of me who was trapped,...