Bonjour! I was compelled to read your poem because of its title. No truer words have ever been presented than these, " Doctors probed and couldn't gauge what he wouldn't show", "They weighed what they misunderstood and called him slow", and " they feared what was different and clung to what they knew." How is intelligence ascertained? What is intelligence? The human brain is complex. Who makes the assertion/ assumption that someone is "slow"? Why must we all be the same? I believe we should celebrate our children's uniqueness. No one should have to justify their interests and talents. My cousin, Paul, lives with a diagnosis that categorizes him as being on the broad spectrum of autism. The emphasis is on the word "broad". He doesn't fit neatly into any pre-conceived notion. He is wonderfully, and sometimes maddeningly , complex. Paul does not live with the usual conception of logic. Oh, he too is blunt, and seemingly oblivious to manners, the social graces, the feelings of others, accountability, the concept of time, consequences for his actions, and more. He is somewhat impulsive, and compulsive. He seems to create, or adopt new behaviours and mannerisms weekly. Perhaps this is how he copes? I like that you repeated several key lines, and this creates an emphasis. For the most part, your rhyming is great too. Thanks for the trinket! Your quote is awesome: "God created Autism to help offset the excessive number of boring people in the world." There is never a dull day when I am in the company of my cousin.