Stimming is another component of my Aspieness.

My coursework began to suffer and my parents pulled me up on it and said we are not paying for you to get off your head every night.

And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, / Whose overweening arm I have plucked back, / By false accuse doth level at my life.

I found myself wanting to explain it to her, this middle-aged woman with the kind of haircut you call a hairdo, which needed to be set in rollers every night, who had a name like Agnes or Harriet, a name that even predated my mother's generation.