Calm Body, they say Stopping your motions. Controlling you, making that clear.
But, aside, I flap, I tap, I twirl my fingers. That calm body doesn't apply to me.
Calm Body they say, And they expect me to repeat. (because clearly I've been "fixed" if I can work)
But, no, I follow your stims, and repeat them back to you, Listening to your body with my own.
Calm Body, they say. And I listen (but not how they expect) Learning when they're there to watch Distracting Protecting
Calm Body, they say. Teaching compliance, But instead I teach you how to say no.
Calm Body, No. Not mine.
I flap in the hallways. As I let them all see that I'm proud of who I am.
Not mine, even as they pull control from me, even as my needs are ignored, even as I'm told "I don't really stim"
Not mine, And I show you that.
Because even if you're hiding now, I want you to see me.
Not mine. And I show them that.
Because If they recognize me, maybe they'll recognize you.
But for now, I'll just help you find ways to subvert that Calm Body.