I Am Me. I'M Matty

I’ve got this thing called autism that can lock you up inside but I am me, I’m Matty, and I’m learning not to hide. The state was slow to test me. Mommy made them walk the line. They said I might not talk so mommy taught me how to sign. There’s nothing slow about me. Everywhere I go, I run. I’m always on my tiptoes and I flap my arms when I have fun. I love climbing and pretending, I know movies word for word, and now that I have learned to talk I repeat things till I’m heard I’m just like any other boy in many, many ways but I like things to stay the same so I won’t melt down today. I have this thing called autism but I am Matty. I am ME. I’ll unlock my world inside ‘cause my mommy holds the key. (For my grandson, Matthew. I love you, Matty)