I am referring to one of my [just turned] 5 year old grand daughters. I was watching her last night. We made Christmas cookies, played 'Don't Spill The Beans," and played dress-up for tea. I was relaxed, and having a fantastic time, and started stimming without even thinking about it. So, this is what happened.
Zoey: Grandma [ the others call me granny] Why are you doing that?
Me: Doing what, sweetie?
Zoey: Doing this, [an immitation of my stim] Why do you do that?
Me: It's called stimming. I do it when I am having toooo much fun, like when I am with you [No, I did not tell her that I also do it when stressed, frightened, etc]
Zoey: But Grandma, other people don't do that.
Me; Some other people do, but not very many.
Zoey: I never seen any other people do that in a hundred years.
Me: My brain is a little different than most other people. It makes me something called autistic and stimming is one thing some people with autistic brains do. It's not a bad thing. It's just something that makes Grandma, and people with autistic brains a little different.
Zoey: Does it hurt?
Me; No.
Zoey: Can the doctor fix it?
Me: No. And I don't want to be fixed. I'm not sick or broken.
Zoey: Does it tickle?
Me; No. [Zoey looks sad] But my autistic brain helps me to be the most fun person in a hundred years [she constantly tells me this]
Zoey; [smiling] Grandma, I'm happy you have an autistic brain. Can I have another cookie?"
And that is one way, probably the most delightful way,[and yes I know that this method only works for incredible grand children] to educate and teach acceptance.