Imagine changing into a hospital gown,

Imagine laying on a table in a cool room, a couple nice strangers helping you,

Imagine being then eased into a giant machine, into a tube,

Imagine a rather defining series of strange machine, metallic noises commencing, scheduled to continue for twenty minutes or so,

Imagine it all being just too much in the moment,

Because you’re eleven, and your anxious, and you have autism…

Courage in the noise is still possible, but it might take a little more to get there, to be brave when you try again,

Again into the tube, again into the noise.