Inspired by a photograph.
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Recently, I saw a photograph of my father as a young boy, standing tall and proud after being returned to his mother following ten years in foster care. That joy was short-lived; soon after, he was sent to borstal for stealing money. His life became one of sorrow and misunderstanding — by others, and by himself. Now that I know more about autism, and how it runs in my family, I can see what he lived with: a life behind masks, a brilliance obscured, and a soul too often misread. This poem was written to honour him, and to reflect on the simple but profound truth — that if he had been born today, the world might have understood him differently. 













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