In the days before “fidget toys” were commonly known and/or accepted, before society understood what autism/ADHD looked like in girls, all my erasers suffered this brutality. It probably wouldn’t have had to happen if teachers didn’t keep confiscating my Silly Putty and these things, whatever you call them.
My grades were good, but my hands needed something to do. When you need to stim, you need to stim. Take away the appropriate outlets for it, and you’re left with stabbed erasers and obnoxious pencil-tapping.
In the days before “fidget toys” were commonly known and/or accepted, before society understood what autism/ADHD looked like in girls, all my erasers suffered this brutality. It probably wouldn’t have had to happen if teachers didn’t keep confiscating my Silly Putty and these things, whatever you call them.
My grades were good, but my hands needed something to do. When you need to stim, you need to stim. Take away the appropriate outlets for it, and you’re left with stabbed erasers and obnoxious pencil-tapping.