Am I invisible to you?

By Emily 

This poem explains my personal experience with healthcare professionals. I don’t know if it is because I’m a woman, or because my default is to mask, but my experience with mental health is never taken seriously. For years I have felt invisible to the people who should understand me the most, and for that reason I wanted to write this piece.

Am I invisible to you?

Am I invisible to you? 
My mask is secured; you can’t see through, 
I was told that professionals could detect the truth, 
But I am still invisible, even to you. 

‘Autism’s a spectrum’, they say, 
Almost dismissing the struggles, they persist everyday! 
Why can’t you fathom the pain still remains? 
Maybe it’s because I'm invisible. 

I lay my cards out on the table, 
You claim I’m too young to be given a label, 
‘You present yourself well, you’re emotionally stable’, 
Still, I remain invisible. 

If I were a boy, would my voice be heard?
Would you still look at me, are my thoughts still absurd? 
Would you still tell me I cannot be cured?
I’m screaming for help, but you won’t take my word. 
Maybe it’s because I'm invisible. 

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