Like night and day, our differences may seem extreme, For I tend to swim against the tide of a free-flowing stream.

Shy and coy, from my shell, I slowly peek, Dispelling most my worries, courage I must seek.

Look around and notice, there are so many out there like me, Yearning for inclusion, who accepts us and let us be.

I am him, I am her, Though you may not quite concur, Obvious gifts, or hidden ones, I am just like everyone.

We already know that this battle is a life long fight, and so we need to find healthy strategies to cope with this very difficult challenge.

Labeling my child meant getting the help that he deserved. There was nothing negative about it, where I need to be ashamed of my own child.