Posted on May 9, 2026
TW: non-graphic descriptions of hair pulling, Trichotillomania, and self injury/self harm and photographs of being tattooed.
When I was diagnosed as autistic, I did a lot of research and reading to try and make sense of my life through this new lens and one of the things that I struggled with was stimming. Short for ‘self-stimulating behaviour,’ stimming is behaviour – commonly repetitive movements and sounds – that we all use to self-regulate and self-soothe. Everybody does it to a certain degree but many neurodivergent individuals struggle with self regulating and so we stim more – and more noticeably – to compensate. It helps us to manage our emotions, anxiety and uncertainty and stress, sensory information, and helps us to express joy. I found it difficult to identify these behaviours in myself but over time, and especially over the last couple of years in therapy,* I’ve come to realise that there are many things that I do that play a big part in my attempts to stay somewhat regulated but because many of them have often served another purpose, I haven’t recognised what else they’ve been doing for me. Some of them are great and fun, some of them are harmful and I need help with, and some function only as a way to process what I’m feeling or what’s going on in my body but all of them help me to regulate myself and get through the day.
*I quit talk therapy in 2024 and dug into different modalities, eventually landing on Somatic Massage Therapy for trauma release and truly, I cannot articulate how much it has helped me. The years in talk therapy weren’t wasted (mostly) but this is a totally different level of processing and healing and growing. I was so checked out from my body and how it was processing emotion – as a survival mechanism – and the process of reconnecting to it has really unleashed some of my stimming, particularly swaying, swinging my arms, and flapping, in a really freeing way.
Singing – Up until recently, I probably wouldn’t have considered singing a stim but given how regulating I find it, I think there are certainly situations where I would consider it stimming. I find the physical sensations of singing so calming and it relaxes me both emotionally and physically but that makes a lot of sense since so many parts of singing are connected to self regulation: the breath control, the way you hold your body, the releasing of emotion, the complete focus (on the sound you’re trying to create, in this case)… I will never not be obsessed with the fact that my body is an instrument, that it can make music. It absolutely fascinates me and I get such intense joy from operating my body to produce the sound I want to create. It may be the only way I feel truly connected to my body, something that I have historically struggled with, so it doesn’t surprise me that it creates such a physical sense of joy every time I sing. I’m always finding new songs that I love to sing but some of my long time favourites include ‘California’ by Kina Grannis, ‘She Used To Be Mine’ and ‘Little Voice’ by Sara Bareilles, ‘Radio Silence’ by Natalie Hemby, and ‘Unsteady’ by X Ambassadors.
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Posted on March 21, 2026
I ended the last post in my series about getting my Autism Assistance Dog, Daisy – from my application to Autism Dogs through to the final days of Daisy’s training – with her graduation. She’s fully qualified! Hurray! So, of course, we had to celebrate…
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Posted on March 14, 2026
In early April, two months after my new Assistance Dog, Daisy, moved in, one of the trainers from the Autism Dogs farm, Julia, came down to do the Family Training and Public Access work that I hadn’t been able to do back in February. It was split into two sessions over two days and at the end of the second day, Daisy would be fully qualified and my official Autism Assistance Dog. That was both exciting and nerve-wracking – to start going out into the world together as a team – but, as nervous as I was, I’d always known that this change, while difficult, was happening in order for new, good things to happen. I just had to get through the difficult to the new and good.
The first two months with Daisy were full of ups and downs and I think I spent most of that time feeling stressed and exhausted. It wasn’t bad and I wasn’t regretting her; it was just incredibly overwhelming. It was a big change when I’m not good with change and not only that, it was a big change in the one space where I feel safest and steadiest and suddenly that steadiness had been flipped upside down. My Mum and I were getting used to having two dogs, the dogs were getting used to each other, the cats were more than a little freaked out by Daisy’s size and enthusiasm… It was very stressful. And as much as I reminded myself that all of this would take time and that there was no reason why everything wouldn’t eventually settle, I was still so anxious that I was failing everybody by doing this, by instigating this change. It was very distressing and I don’t think I was prepared – whether I even could be prepared – for it to feel like that. That’s not to say that there weren’t a lot of lovely moments, lots of cuddling and playing and snoozing together. Daisy is the sweetest, gentlest soul (even if she can charge around the house like a horse at times) and she’s so patient, even when Izzy got wildly jealous of Daisy getting even the slightest bit of attention. But based on the time they’d spent together at the Autism Dogs farm, I had always expected the settling of that relationship to take longer than two months. Izzy has always liked to be close, has always been my protector and emotional support fluff, so it was never going to be easy for her to have to share that role. She picked up some of Daisy’s tasks really quickly, which was very funny; it was a bit like she was saying, “See! You don’t need her! I can do all of these things!” They did make progress but I was looking forward to Julia coming down and being able to give us some advice on how to help them bond.
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Hi! I’m Lauren Alex Hooper. Welcome to my little blog! I write about living with Autism Spectrum Disorder, ADHD, OCD, CPTSD, depression, and anxiety, as well as other health issues including hEDS and POTS.
I’m an alt-pop singer-songwriter (it’s my biggest special interest and I have both a BA and MA in songwriting) and my most recent EP, Too Much And Not Enough, Vol. 1, is available on all music platforms and is the first in the series of works based on my experiences as an autistic person.
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