Tag Archives: Stim. Musing of an Aspie

Ode to the Stim

H stims… I stim too… bounce and wiggle twist a lock hold tight to that ‘calming rock’ fiddle and fold squint and spin squeeze and then begin again shoes too big so toes can move wiggly legs that find their … Continue reading

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