11-28-2006, 10:35 AM
I don't have many stims, but they are pretty noticable to others...
The rocking back and forth, or side to side. I think the look on my face combined with the motion is what catches people's eyes. My friends often comment on it. One friend calls it my "mommy rock," because she thought I picked it up caring for my nieces and nephew. Actually, I did it from the time I was an infant. I would grab the the crib railing and stand up, and then rock in my crib so habitually, the screws would work out. My dad finally glued and tied my crib together, until I rocked the crib across the floor, and jammed it against the bedroom door, and my parents couldn't get into the room. Dad had to take a window out to get to me. Then he took the wheels off of my crib and nailed a 2X4 to the floor in front of my crib to keep it from traveling.
Playing with pens, pencils, small objects to the point of destroying them. Forbid I get a condiment packet. I'll squeeze it until it explodes. Relish explodes the best, but that's not why I do it.
I rub my feet together, or rhythmically move them so they rub on my blanket or inside my sock. The leg wiggle is normal for me too.
I also press my teeth together, or grimace, but thanks to my rearing, I make sure no-one sees what I'm doing.
I find these actions to be so automatic, I guess that's why their "stims." I usually do most to comfort myself or deal with excess stress or energy. The rocking and the foot moving seems to part of my zoning out, as I do that often at the same time.
I never notice it until someone comments on it. In fact, friends pointed out how often I do some of these things in an "aha" moment when we were talking about my "situation."
Oh, well.
Hey, Peter-I really, really like your icon. Did you draw it?
Metta, Jaye
The rocking back and forth, or side to side. I think the look on my face combined with the motion is what catches people's eyes. My friends often comment on it. One friend calls it my "mommy rock," because she thought I picked it up caring for my nieces and nephew. Actually, I did it from the time I was an infant. I would grab the the crib railing and stand up, and then rock in my crib so habitually, the screws would work out. My dad finally glued and tied my crib together, until I rocked the crib across the floor, and jammed it against the bedroom door, and my parents couldn't get into the room. Dad had to take a window out to get to me. Then he took the wheels off of my crib and nailed a 2X4 to the floor in front of my crib to keep it from traveling.
Playing with pens, pencils, small objects to the point of destroying them. Forbid I get a condiment packet. I'll squeeze it until it explodes. Relish explodes the best, but that's not why I do it.
I rub my feet together, or rhythmically move them so they rub on my blanket or inside my sock. The leg wiggle is normal for me too.
I also press my teeth together, or grimace, but thanks to my rearing, I make sure no-one sees what I'm doing.
I find these actions to be so automatic, I guess that's why their "stims." I usually do most to comfort myself or deal with excess stress or energy. The rocking and the foot moving seems to part of my zoning out, as I do that often at the same time.
I never notice it until someone comments on it. In fact, friends pointed out how often I do some of these things in an "aha" moment when we were talking about my "situation."
Oh, well.
Hey, Peter-I really, really like your icon. Did you draw it?
Metta, Jaye