This has always been my favourite poem, we studied it in English Literature at school. Little did I know that years later, I would still relate to it so much.
So…to get over any plagiarism accusations, the following poem was written by Stevie Smith 1903-1971, and I take no credit for it:
“NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning,
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving, but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.”
The title “Not waving but drowning” sums up how I feel at times when dealing with “professionals” in relation to what may or may not be best for D, and many other aspects of this varied autism spectrum.