In the Middle of the Storm
- Neurospicy Poems
- May 1
- 3 min read
Updated: Sep 3
A poetic reply from ADHD to Autism and PDA
By Neurospicy Poems
You two are way too serious—
Autism with your checklists,
PDA with your flaming sword—
can we just have a bit of fun for once?
I’m the puppy in this trio,
tail wagging, brain bouncing,
running before we’ve even agreed on where we’re going.
I don’t mean harm.
I just want to live.
Feel things. Try stuff.
Say yes before I think, and sort it later.
Autism—you try to keep me nice and neat,
like a well-folded jumper in a drawer.
But darling, I’m glitter in a hurricane.
You say “Let’s be careful, let’s rehearse.”
I say “Let’s just do it and see what happens.”
Still, I know you mean well.
You stop me walking off cliffs (most days).
You protect me with your routines, your caution,
your “please let’s just get some sleep tonight.”
And PDA—
well, you’re the spice in the mix, aren’t you?
You shout when I’d rather charm,
fight when I’d rather dance.
But I know what you’re doing.
You’ve seen us hurt before.
You’ve drawn the line.
You’d rather burn a bridge
than let someone walk over us again.
I can’t always resist you.
I’m a people-pleaser, see?
I want to make friends.
Be liked. Be loved. Make people laugh.
You both tug me in opposite directions.
It’s hard to know which side to pick.
But inside all that commotion,
I’ve got a tender core.
A childlike heart.
A thousand mini obsessions—
today poetry, tomorrow who knows?
People call me quiet,
but my brain’s a non-stop festival.
Lyrics made up on the spot.
Walking in circles just to think.
I don’t mind the chaos.
I kind of love not knowing which one of us
will turn up to tea.
We’re a team, you know?
Strange, yes. A little unstable? I suppose.
But authentic in our own way.
So Autism—stop trying to make us normal.
That ship’s long gone,
and I wasn’t even on it—
I was chasing butterflies down the shore.
We’re not a problem to fix.
Let’s make space for all of us.
And see where we land next.
For those who find us too weird, too intense and unpredictable,
I am team PDA,
Let’s give them the middle finger
And crack on with our day.
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Author’s Note This poem is ADHD’s turn to speak—and she does it in full colour.
“In the Middle of the Storm” captures the lively, impulsive, emotionally-rich core of ADHD, written as a poetic reply to her two closest companions: Autism and PDA. Where Autism craves structure and PDA demands autonomy, ADHD brings energy, people-pleasing, movement, and joy—but she also holds a tender, often misunderstood heart.
She’s the glitter in the hurricane. The puppy in the trio. The festival brain with a thousand passions—and she doesn’t want to be tamed.
This poem shows the tension and love that exists within my internal system. ADHD is often pulled between two powerful forces—Autism’s need for control and PDA’s fierce resistance to it. In the middle stands ADHD, trying to belong, trying to please, but never quite able to contain her full spark.
She’s not reckless—she’s alive. Curious. Optimistic. And even in the chaos, she believes in us.
At the core of this poem is a message about acceptance—not just between inner parts, but also from the outside world. ADHD isn’t just distractibility or impulsivity. She has creativity, passion, courage, and resilience. She’s why we keep going.
So here she is: speaking her truth, asking for space, and giving the middle finger to anyone who still thinks we’re “too much.”
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