Directions are another problem. I’m constantly getting lost and I find it very distressing when I do. I’ve found that even if I drive to the same place four or fives weeks on the run, I still can’t remember the way there without having to ask for directions or use Google Maps.
These things all add up to create a total lack of confidence and a pervading sense of dread around performing day to day activities. So is it any wonder dyspraxics suffer from mental health issues in such huge numbers?
I haven’t written this for sympathy or to moan about dyspraxia, but instead to give an idea about what a dyspraxic person goes through every day and why it’s a good idea to be patient with a dyspraxic if they’re struggling with something that seems simple to you. The best way to help is to offer to go through a task with them and be kind if they make a mistake or get something wrong.
So the bully is still looking over my shoulder, at home, at work, when I’m out with my friends. But it doesn’t control me. If there’s something I really, really want to do with my life, I’ll at least try to do it, disability or not. There’s some things I’ll just never be good at. I wouldn’t make a very good tightrope walker or juggler. But I’ll do my best, enjoy what I can do and I’ll never, ever let a bully stop me from living my life.