Half way down the stairs is the box where I fit
There isn't any other box QUITE like it
If I'm not in box A, and I'm not in box B
Then when will I find just right the box for me?
The box that I fit
It isn't quite normal
It isn't quite weird
It isn't quite straight
And it isn't quite queered
But all sorts of funny thoughts run around in my head
And I don't fit in your box, I fit in my box instead
I wrote a poem! Adapted from A. A. Milne's "Halfway down the stairs is the stair where I sit"
It came out in a burst, trying to capture the feeling of finding the box where YOU fit, and not feeling like you just don't fit anywhere anymore. In this case, for potentially getting a diagnosis of ADHD (or autism).