Why do you like that tuneless music?
Wear your hair the way you choose it?
I think you get it, then you lose it
Why can’t you just be normal?

Can’t you make yourself conform?
Do anything that’s near the norm?
Don’t you know there’s a uniform?
Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you hang with those dropout friends?
Dress how you like, ignore the trends?
Your oddness seems to know no ends
Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you have to say that stuff?
Me and the others have had enough:
Why must you make our life so tough?
Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you flinch from being praised?
Why can’t you tell that I’m amazed?
Can’t you see that my eyebrow’s raised?
Why can’t you just be normal?

Your posture comes across as rude
Your face is plain and your nails are chewed
You’re not even eating normal food
Why can’t you just be normal?


Why don’t you walk like others do?
Look at me when I talk to you!
Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to!
Why can’t you just be normal?

Why must you flap and skip and spin?
Screech and make that frightful din?
What headspace are you living in?
Why can’t you just be normal?

Why do you sign instead of speak?
Don’t you mind being thought a freak?
A nerd, a loser, weirdo, geek?
Why can’t you just be normal?

No-one likes the way you’re sitting
Won’t you even try to fit in?
I’ve done my best but I feel like quitting
Why can’t you just be normal?

You’re making people stop and stare
You do things that I wouldn’t dare
No-one likes you - you don’t care
Why can’t you just be normal?

You have your strengths: it’s such a shame
Why can’t you play convention’s game?
Then everyone can be the same:
A perfect world of normal

By Janine, issue 106

Stories from the Spectrum
"Can’t you make yourself conform? Do anything that’s near the norm? Don’t you know there’s a uniform? Why can’t you just be normal?"


The Autistic regime

On the spectrum on the solitude scene my days
mapped out by fervent routine, I’m turned up
to eleven but just what does it mean, a rat on a
wheel in a groundhog daydream, a footsoldier
of the Autistic regime, sensory overload if you
see what I mean? Reams of paper on a dusty
shelf, psychedelic whimsy mental health. Now
tell me mister Aspie how you spend your days,
well I write to keep my ghosts at bay and grind
my bones to dust each day. I’m a foot soldier
of the Autistic regime, locked in tight to rigid
routine...

By James, issue 106

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"I’m a foot soldier of the Autistic regime, locked in tight to rigid routine..."

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