As someone with Autism, I experience some of the repetitive behaviors a lot of us on the spectrum, one of them including the infamous hand flapping. My parents have tried to get me to stop, because "it looks weird", so I've wrote a poem, about it. I hope you all enjoy this little poem, called "Why Our Hands Can't Hold Still"
Does this look strange?
Do we embarrass you?
I'm sorry for what I will say,
But there's nothing we can do.
We may get excited,
We may get stressed out,
We may get frustrated,
But you can't tell what it's about
But sometimes our hands can't hold still
You just gotta accept that
We may clap or drum on the table
And our hands will almost always flap
Just always remember,
We are still human beings.
And like other humans out there,
We do things differently.
If it helps us cope,
Then let us flap our hands
If we can cope, there is hope
And we'll make you proud in the end
Tucson, AZ