The Other Side (The real me)

Though this song is an excellent song about fame and fans etc. The whole obsession over celebrities makes me want to puke tbh.

BUT…It’s funny how sometimes I find relations to myself and my diagnoses in songs. I am thinking about rewriting the chorus and part of the first verse (who knows maybe the whole song) or using it as a sample to inspire some own autistic poetry/lyrics. Here were my thoughts I wrote quickly down just listening to this song on my ipod. πŸ™‚

They only see the light, but look behind the camera
They only see who they want us to be, but look inside our hearts and minds
And then you’ll find an answer on the other side
And then you will find the real answers.
Look closer, you will find a message for the dreamer
The grass ain’t always greener on the other side

I love the last two lines of the chorus and my only thought on it is I have tried being neuro-typical most of my life and trust me it is not greener tbh.

Rappers are held is such a high regard while we fall
Autistics are held to such a high standard while we fall.
It’s ’cause we forget the fans are the reason why we’re stars
It’s because we forget who we were meant to be is why/where we’re safe and happy.
The fans also are not perfect, keep in mind
The professionals are not perfect, keep in mind. The most experienced people who can share and help you when it comes to autism is those who are actually autistic.
Not to treat me like a science project and not a person
We are not science projects to mold into your liking or your world, we are human beings.
I lend my respect to the game ’cause it teach you wisdom
I share and lend my voice to society in hopes my experiences can teach you wisdom.
Your friends expect you to change, so they treat you different
Society expects us to change and treats us differently.
Through all my fame in my life I have grown
Through my experiences and life I have grown and learn to accept myself. (It was through being myself, accepting myself and not through any therapies or faking to be neurotypical)
If my wife decide that she gone, I might wanna die alone
Drawing a blank on this line so skip. If my husband dies, I will die alone tbh?
I’m a be honest ’cause every rapper alive
I’m going to be honest because every autistic person alive
Including I, puts a persona up
Including myself puts a persona on everyday
But I promise what you seein’ has truly been me
But I promise what you see isn’t truly me.

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Author:

I am a 30-year-old female living life on the autism spectrum and still trying to find my place in the world. I have other associated disorders or mental illnesses such as OCD, anxiety (generalized and social) and a history of depression to name a few. I love writing and have been writing different styles for as long as I can remember. Like most people who have a strong passion for writing I started writing stories and wrote in a journal in grade school. I remember specifically purchasing my first diary/journal that had a lock with my cousin when I was around 10 year-of-age. I was very excited to start writing in it as it was the first fanciest and most formal writing tool I owned. I think that was when my writing journey really began as I started to write daily. Some of my main goals for this blog is to write about autism, it's associated disorders and my life in hopes to help others. To spread awareness and educate in hopes to end some of the stigmas society has attached to things mental illness and autism. To meet like minded bloggers or be inspired by other writers. Other than that I will post or share anything that is of interest or pops into my head. As I grow older, the more I understand about myself and experience life I find myself wanting to seek a further diagnoses or a reevaluation. That is part of the reason why I am opening a new blog here and the reason for my new found blog name. So I hope you all will join me on my continued journey and new discoveries. My diagnoses are not all who I am so here are some random facts about myself. Some of my hobbies besides writing include music, The Sims 3, Xbox, Netflix, scrapbooking and the outdoors. I have a very strong passion for music. It is like my drug/medicine/obsession and you may catch me from time to time preaching it like a religion. Apologies in advance I am married to a man who is not on the spectrum, but he is as equally as amazing and I am insanely in love with him. Like my rants about my life and music you will also hear a lot about him. I was born and raised in Canada who recently seeked Permanent Residence in the USA, so I am no longer an illegal alien. Although I am still an 'alien' tbh. I say imo and tbh too much. (imo = in my opinion/tbh = to be honest) They are also probably the only two abbreviations you will catch me using as one of my many pet peeves are people who 'typ like dis' The only thing that probably makes me a stereotypical Canadian is my obsession with hockey. I am a very organized person. However, it is normally with things that don't really matter in life such as my files on my computer that are organized in folders, within folders... I often can be perceived as rude at first until you get to know me. I have a huge imagination. Some of my favorite animals are dogs, cats, monkeys, penguins and elephants. I prefer animals to humans tbh. Basically I am another complexed human being like everyone else trying to find her way through life and I welcome you all to my newly found blog. This description is subject to change at anytime as my blog grows, I add more facts about myself or for whatever reason I feel fit. ~ My Authentic Mind

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