Something I haven’t outgrown from when I was younger is the need to fidget. I didn’t know the word ‘stim’ back then, but that’s definitely what I was doing. When I was in high school, my parents got really annoyed because whenever I’d watch TV, I’d take apart the remote controls, which inevitably broke, and they were tired of fixing them. So in order the keep my hands busy, I decided to learn how to knit. I figured old ladies did it, so it couldn’t be that hard, plus, all the yarn I saw at Wal Mart cost $3, so it was a cheap replacement!
Oh how little I knew back then. Sixteen year old me couldn’t have known that I would pay $30 for a skein of yarn, or that I’d make lace so complicated it would take a day to do a row, or that I’d end up owning a spinning wheel. She also couldn’t have known that her fidget replacement would be her very first hobby.
When all you have are special interests, hobbies can be hard to come by. Something that you enjoy, but you’re not obsessed with. Knitting became this for me. I found the process of using my hands soothing, that following complex patterns stimulated my brain, and that giving away things I’d created was very satisfying! I’ve never found a hobby that hits as many area as knitting does, which is honestly ok with me. It means that I can keep looking if I want, but if I don’t find one, knitting will never leave me.