Selective Mutism in Autistic People Isn’t Called Selective Mutism—It’s Called a “Facet of Autism” and Doesn’t Get a Name
I want to write a poem on the back of the speeding ticket given to me Friday morning on my way to work. Though I wasn’t in a hurry and had nowhere to be until noon, the cop told me he had to be strict on this stretch of highway.
Two days after my father’s funeral, I boarded a plane back to Atlanta. The ache on the right side of my abdomen had deepened. It felt like a sucking void. I marveled at how hot and thin my skin felt as I settled into my seat. Inside this fragile, transparent casing, I felt raw and exposed.