Stimming is defined as a coping mechanism by emitting out emotional energy through one of the five senses. It is used as a comfort in overly emotional times. You can stim while you’re happy, sad, angry, or, more commonly, stressed or upset.
Throughout my life, I never really had trouble with stimming, until I moved in with my siblings. Only they wanted to suppress them.
The first time I had a stim, I was encouraged to do it. Apparently, my mother told me about a strange hum I did, and I told her I hummed to release energy, of the emotional kind. So, she suggested I run up and down our hallway to release it. She sometimes told me, sometimes I did it myself. We never really had any problem with that. I eventually discovered better, more concealable stims, and even when to stim and when not to. There was very little trouble from then on, until I moved out.
When I moved out, I moved in with my sisters. To make a long story short, they forced me to work, took all the money, and made me clean the house. And I was never, ever good enough for them. So, when it came to stimming, there was none. Even nervous stimming around them. I was always yelled at to stop, somtimes brought to tears. Eventually, they found a person who made more money to latch on to, and kicked me out, trashing my reputation to this day.
When I got back with my mother, I was nearly suicidal. The question of stimming was brought up, albeit breifly, a year or two later. This was during a stim acceptance movement. She reminded me that I stimmed openly as a child, and with her blessing. So, I stimmed a lot for a while, then less and less over time. (I don’t stim when I am emotionally okay.)
Here’s the thing: I am stimming a little more recently. I’m not sure why I do it, except for pre energy release and enjoyment. I mean, I maintain a house, and help my mother. I even use a movement stim to take care of the house.
I once made a stim idea list on Amazon for things an autistic can use for it. Funny thing is, anything can be helpful with a stim. I even know of someone who chews toothpicks. I do, though, have chewy jewelry on my Amazon idea list. (I will tell you one thing; for me, a fidget spinner is overrated. I should have gotten a fidget cube.)
It would not be a big deal if a person stimmed in front of me. I stim myself. I would maybe ask if they wanted to talk about it, if something was upsetting them, but if they’re happy, stim away!
The only thing I ask is to let me know when I am talking like Babu Frik if we’re out in public.