By Eli Mercer on

My Kind of Beautiful Isn’t Always Seen — But It’s Real.

Today, I want to talk a little about what it’s like living on the deeper end of the spectrum. For people like me, it means needing help with things other people don’t even think about. Sometimes I need someone to help me get dressed, or eat, or just make sure I’m safe. I don’t always speak out loud, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand or feel things. In fact, sometimes I feel them even more deeply.

 

When people hear “profound autism,” they often think it’s just a tragedy. But it’s not. It’s just my reality. It comes with a mix of joy, pain, routine, chaos, and a kind of beauty that’s hard to explain in words.

 

Most days, I need to stim to feel okay. That might mean rocking, flapping, humming, things that help me stay regulated. I know it can look odd to people who don’t understand, but it’s how I cope. I also need someone around for things that might seem basic or easy to others. But needing help doesn’t make me a burden.

 

My brain isn’t broken. It’s just different. I don’t see the world the way most people do, but the way I see it is still real and meaningful. I notice little things others miss. Sunsets can make me cry. Music can make me flap my hands and feel free. I don’t always use words, but I still feel love, and I show it in my ways.

 

I’m really proud of the fact that I keep going every day in a world that isn’t built for people like me. This is my kind of beautiful, even if not everyone can see it.

 

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