If he was my child

If He Was My Child

He'd behave if he was my child

I'd teach him right from wrong

I'd put him on the naughty step

Until his naughty streak has gone

But he isn't your child

He's mine and I know what's best

My son isn't being naughty

He's just different to the rest

If he was my child

He'd do as he was told

I wouldn't accept bad behaviour

Or him acting bold

But he isn't your child

And I know him better than you

Autism makes him different

But unique and special too

If he lived in my house

He'd live by my rules

He wouldn't take us for a ride

And he wouldn't take us for fools

But he isn't your child

And I'm so glad that he's not

You couldn't handle what I do

You'd be out of there like a shot

He is my special child

And he was sent to me

Because I deserve him

And can treat him specially

By Donna Woods

From here.

Reading this poem has been bittersweet for me because it reminds me of my own traumatic childhood. I wish Autism was understood when I was a child as my dad tried to do all of those things to me but of course it just made me stronger. He didn't succeed in disciplining the Autism out of me.