Dancing is one of my all-time favorite things to do! I was a jumpy kid, but hid my jumpy moves because my mother was a kill joy sort of person towards me, a lot of the time, but in year 5 we had a disco at school and my mum (kindly, which wasn't her usual) bought me some electric blue spandex disco pants and I thought I was Uber Cool! I danced the night away and I thought I was the coolest (this from a kid who usually wanted to dissappear into the floor and mostly tried to be one of those timid creatures who freezes in the hopes that I appeared invisable).
Fast forward to being a homeless, near-mute, traumatized autistic 16 yr old girl, 1000's of miles away from my family. I discovered that I couldn't not-dance to my (now ex's) band, I became his first groupie and later joined the band as his back up singer (long story, I could barely talk to people but I had to survive, somehow) so I, pretty much used my moves to connect with people in a way that I could not, verbally.
I have danced a lot, in my time. I learnt some technique; strangely, I incorporate the styles of belly dancing and Australian indigenous dance styles into my moves. The band I was in, with my kid's dad was a reggae band, so I have very cool (yet very autistic. you may think that's an oxymoron, but I assure you some people think my style is very cool and awesome, coz they've told me so) moves.
Unfortunately my new partner (of 14 yr now, so not so new) gets pretty embarrassed by my moves. He is also autistic and gets uncomfortable with the attention I draw, so I haven't been dancing enough since I'm with him. I did get to go to a brilliant rave festival with my oldest son and dance a lot, early last year, but, unfortunately, I suffered extreme and severe burnout as a result of going and haven't been up to much since. I did bust some moves today though, in my living room, as I'm determined to get out on the dance floor much more than I have of late, from here on. I've discovered that if I don't dance and sing, regularly, to express my joy, I get very sad and despondent. I think I'm a good dancer. albeit unusual and autistic in my style, because I am autistic and didn't really know how to connect with people when I was a younger woman, even though in my soul and spirit, I really wanted to, so I used my body language via my moves on the dance floor and my singing on stage, to do so.
Now that I'm no longer a working performance artist, I'm struggling to interface with the world and need support workers to assist me (I am diagnosed with ASD2 and ADHD, combined types) but, fortunately, I am approved for a support package that I will use to help me get out and dance and sing in public again, now that all my 7 children are grown.
Edit; Oh I forgot that I learn some African style with a teacher too, so although I'm fairly horrible at choreographed dance, I do incorporate African style moves and movement grooves into my own, personal movement/dance style.