Bibliotherapy

Bibliotherapy is expressive therapy. It basically uses reading as a tool for therapy. When I come across a poem, blog, or essay that really speaks to me, it can bring healing. I hope that my blog will do that for you as well.

Today, while I was reading, I came across this amazing poem that a mother wrote about her teenage son with Aspergers Syndrome.  This poem really spoke to me. She is another person that “gets it” and understands where I am coming from. She has also felt the same hurts along this journey and has seen some magical moments too in her child’s progress. I wanted to share this poem with you today in hopes that it might bring some healing to you as well.

 

The Misunderstood Child by Kathy Winters (Son has Aspergers Syndrome)

 

I am the child that looks healthy and fine.

... I was born with ten fingers and toes.

 

But something is different, somewhere in my mind,

And what it is, nobody knows.

 

I am the child that struggles in school,

Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.

 

They tell me I'm lazy -- can learn if I try --

But I don't seem to know where to start.

I am the child that won't wear the clothes

Which hurt me or bother my feet.

I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells,

And tastes -- there are few foods I'll eat.

 

I am the child that can't catch the ball

And runs with an awkward gait.

I am the one chosen last on the team

And I cringe as I stand there and wait.

 

I am the child with whom no one will play --

The one that gets bullied and teased

I try to fit in and I want to be liked,

But nothing I do seems to please.

 

I am the child that tantrums and freaks

Over things that seem petty and trite.

You'll never know how I panic inside,

When I'm lost in my anger and fright.

 

I am the child that fidgets and squirms

Though I'm told to sit still and be good.

Do you think that I choose to be out of control?

Don't you know that I would if I could?

 

I am the child with the broken heart

Though I act like I don't really care.

Perhaps there's a reason I'm made this way --

Some message I'm sent to share.

 

For I am the child that needs to be loved

And accepted and valued too.

I am the child that is misunderstood.

I am different - but look just like you.

 

I strongly believe that all children despite disorder or disability are a gift from God. They all have a great purpose, and we can learn a lot from their courage and strength.