The reason you are sitting here right now is you either have ADD with or without hyperactivity, Aspergers, or Autism. Maybe you come here to buy gifts for your loved ones who also suffer from the anxiety, nervous overload, and well, general fidgetiness associated with an Autism-spectrum disorder. Good for you!
We intend for this to be a one-stop-shop for all your fidget needs. That’s exactly what my family intended when we came up with this site and these products. You see, to us, it is much more than just selling things. To us, the personal mission has been to satiate our son’s special and peculiar fascinations. It presented special challenges that went woefully unrecognized in the toy stores and toy aisles for too long.
As a way to save our sanity, and rescue his nerves, we found these toys. As you know, it has not been easy and never seems like it will be easy.
Our son, Braden, was born seemingly healthy and happy nearly 12 years ago. He is adopted, and we did not really know what color hair he would have, or how he might laugh. We knew that whoever was born would be our son, to love and cherish, and guide through challenges and joys of life.
We began to notice the differences in small spurts. It started small, for sure. We had honestly heard that boys take a little longer out of the gate, and assumed that much of it was just a boy being a boy.
Though, when our pediatrician showed concern about his delayed speaking, his food allergies, and his hypersensitivity to touch and sound, we grew concerned as well. We were able to find out that his mom had the flu in her final trimester of pregnancy.
In addition, we were much more focused on his being “healthy” and we went along with the textbook on the vaccines. At least, we figured he should have his measles mumps and the rubella shots. We were not big supporters of the 100 other shots.
I do not want this to take a left turn into controversial territory, but you know deep in my heart we feel responsible for his developing autism. There has been some research that shows some correlation, and other research that does not. But, still, any doubt feels like a reason to feel guilty.
Again, our family chose to have him in our lives, as one of the family, and that’s what we did. We embrace everything about him, from his crooked middle toe to his gangly arms and legs, and his tall height.
It Started With Art Therapy
We learned to endure outrageous rage of an autistic fit like the best of them. We started meeting with other parents and their families every Saturday for art therapy at a local college.
It was wild. The parents would all have the same story when we would get to therapy on Saturdays. The kids would suddenly actually act like angels, falling into the therapeutic movement of playing an instrument, performing art (with scissors!) and dancing, without any fits at all. It was a surprisingly quiet and peaceful time.
It was then that my husband, Max and I, Arlene, realized we had a duty to help other parents. My son could only get his favorite one-on-one therapist on some of the Saturdays. It was the one person he had to see. Not seeing Belinda was like wretched torture for the household.
It helped us learn how to schedule his activities to suit his temperament. It helped us learn how to manage his behavior and his quirks in the grand scheme of our lives too.
At some point, there were some financial cuts to the college’s art therapy program. And, they started limiting the age of the kids in the program. He finally had aged out of the program a couple years back. It was intense to have to go through that transition.
Fortunately, while we had Belinda to help us through, somehow art and scissors did not work with Braden in our house. He was like that wild autistic kid with them. Suddenly he wanted to toss the scissors, the paper, the glitter, and everything else — at us.
We felt dejected and demoralized. It had seemed like we were making progress. And, it seemed to all come crashing down on us — literally. Out of necessity, we had to find something that duplicated the therapeutic aspects of the art and music therapy, minus the dangerous or delicate parts.
We made a game out of what would keep Braden occupied the longest. We pretty much took the idea of what had worked for him in art therapy and adapted it to a safe toy.
The Fidget Spinner Was Born
From that, the Fidget Spinner was developed. It was something that resembled the scissor handles. Except, we eliminated any possibility of anyone or anything getting cut. We removed any way for anyone or anything to get jabbed.
If you have an autistic child or adult, you know that even safety scissors can become weaponry in the arsenal of an autistic kid. It is from this very basis that we developed the best elements of scissors, but with safety in mind. That’s how we developed the Fidget Spinner.
Actually, we should call it our Life Saver, Saving Grace, or Braden’s Favorite Toy. Though, that would not mean much to you. The Fidget Spinner means the world to us, and to Braden.
It has saved us many headaches of having to leave the house for additional therapy. It has helped limit anxiety-provoking situations that drive Braden into an autistic fit.
From there, we were able to talk to Braden’s friends’ parents who have supplied design tips on the whole line of our autism fidget tools. Their hearts are in this project as much as our own. We hope you experience the same level of relief, peace, and down time from the sheer electricity of pain and suffering that an unhappy autistic kid can impart on a home.