I am a swayer! My mom used to say it's because she rocked me so much as a baby lol. Now I know it's likely one of my autistic stims, which I do (as you mentioned) for comfort. I love that you are swaying to comfort yourself in moments like the ones you mentioned, especially in public.
Thank you for this. I notice myself swaying as well in many situations. I’m glad I’m not alone. I’m glad there are others in the world consciously caring and making space.
I find myself swaying sometimes, and I, too, think it's an attempt at comforting, a remnant of when I had little children and would hold them and sway to try and soothe them.
I rock back and forth all the time. When I offer grief workshops, I always invite participants into this practice too. It feels instinctively soothing.
"Permission slips are temporary, and I want you to care about your well-being forever." !!! I love this, and felt it so deeply when I read it. Thank you, Kaitlin.
About swaying - when W. was a baby, I realized I could always pick out the mothers in a group by who was swaying back and forth. We were all so used to swaying while holding our babies. And you are holding possibilities, dreams, poems — which also need a gentle place to grow and reach out into the world. I think swaying and movement in a society that so often tells us exactly how to be is its own form of resistance ❤️
I love this, Kaitlin, and the beautiful poem you shared with us. I am a swayer and rocker, too, and apparently have been since I was a baby. I always look for rocking chairs in the room. I rock in the car, at meetings, to music, when rreading, on a zoom call, and at random times. I now know it is one of the ways of easing my anxiety, but I also liketo think I am moving to some unseen and unheard rhythm that connects me to earth, my ancestors and a spirit that is larger than anything I can imagine.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop swaying now after feeling a wave of panic and grief, feeling a little embarrassed (stimming publicly is still something I’m working through), but also feeling comforted. Thank you for this.
I once watched myself speaking at an event, and I also swayed right to left over and over. I was so surprised, until a friend pointed out I do this a lot, a type of stemming. Eventually I realized it comforts me too, like it did my babies. But until reading this, I always thought it was a quirk to hide, distracting. But what if it comforted others too!
I am a swayer! My mom used to say it's because she rocked me so much as a baby lol. Now I know it's likely one of my autistic stims, which I do (as you mentioned) for comfort. I love that you are swaying to comfort yourself in moments like the ones you mentioned, especially in public.
yes! I think a lot of us have this particular form of movement, wherever it may come from. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for this. I notice myself swaying as well in many situations. I’m glad I’m not alone. I’m glad there are others in the world consciously caring and making space.
I find myself swaying sometimes, and I, too, think it's an attempt at comforting, a remnant of when I had little children and would hold them and sway to try and soothe them.
Thanks for coming to our store.
Loved coming to Nooks! Can't wait to be back. We can sway together. :):)
Thank you for these beautiful words to begin my day. ✨🕯️✨
I feel myself swaying with you as I read these words that are sinking deeply. Thank you for the ways in which you connect us all.
I rock back and forth all the time. When I offer grief workshops, I always invite participants into this practice too. It feels instinctively soothing.
"Permission slips are temporary, and I want you to care about your well-being forever." !!! I love this, and felt it so deeply when I read it. Thank you, Kaitlin.
About swaying - when W. was a baby, I realized I could always pick out the mothers in a group by who was swaying back and forth. We were all so used to swaying while holding our babies. And you are holding possibilities, dreams, poems — which also need a gentle place to grow and reach out into the world. I think swaying and movement in a society that so often tells us exactly how to be is its own form of resistance ❤️
Thank you for fueling our hearts with your very own.
Right back 'atcha.
Reading this was like taking deep, cleansing breaths. 🩷
I love this, Kaitlin, and the beautiful poem you shared with us. I am a swayer and rocker, too, and apparently have been since I was a baby. I always look for rocking chairs in the room. I rock in the car, at meetings, to music, when rreading, on a zoom call, and at random times. I now know it is one of the ways of easing my anxiety, but I also liketo think I am moving to some unseen and unheard rhythm that connects me to earth, my ancestors and a spirit that is larger than anything I can imagine.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop swaying now after feeling a wave of panic and grief, feeling a little embarrassed (stimming publicly is still something I’m working through), but also feeling comforted. Thank you for this.
I once watched myself speaking at an event, and I also swayed right to left over and over. I was so surprised, until a friend pointed out I do this a lot, a type of stemming. Eventually I realized it comforts me too, like it did my babies. But until reading this, I always thought it was a quirk to hide, distracting. But what if it comforted others too!