disappearing act
i’m disappearing
you probably can’t tell
unless you’re my wife
my adult children
among my closest friends
i’m not trying
to hide it from you
i try to be present
as fully as you but
that’s never easy
some days i can’t
i don’t mean to compare
my condition to yours
i’m not complaining
i would like you to know
how deep I have to go
the resources i must access
to be out in the world
with you right now
answering questions
making conversation
contributing to some
project we share
i’m not shy
i no longer believe
i’m an introvert on overload
i have to work like hell
to actually exist
have a measurable meaningful
presence in your world
which doesn’t welcome
those who seem
to hold back as if i’m
working some angle from which
i hope to profit
or win big with the hand
i’m holding take
advantage of you
you might think
i’ve something to hide
perhaps i’m demented
you don’t want to feel sad
or acknowledge your own
inevitable disability affliction
that’s part of my disappearance these days
it also has nothing to do with you
inside my own body
i am disappearing
even to myself
and it’s happening
faster and faster
it’s not like shrinking
it’s more like fading
from some special fx my brain
has contrived
and to stay here now
requires a massive gathering of resources
executive monitoring
systemic adjustments
guru-like self-awareness self-efficacy
to avoid shutdown shame
i’m disappearing
i know it in all five senses
each and every moment
even in my sleep
my disappearance is
an entirely physical phenomenon
which makes it more real
less unbelievable undeniable
it’s a little like a battery dying
no charger will restore it’s power
the battery looks the same
but it isn’t
the failure of my simile is this:
the battery does not work like hell
to rally the energy left to deliver
it’s full intended capacity
to serve the purpose
for which it was manufactured—
a battery does not bust its ass
to compensate
to show-up anyway
to rally a system-wide
emergency intervention
all-out disaster relief effort
i’m exaggerating a little
it’s the nature of degenerative drama
but I’m not lying
this is how it feels
a little more each day
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