Dyspraxic Adults

i have a tendency to fantasise, though it's not always good. depending on my mood i can lay in bed waiting for the kitty i don't have to come lick my face, or get some horrific images that i can't shake. once i had to leave a guy's house because i couldn't move an image that barged in.

i have two coke bottles set into frames over my eyes, but bat-like hearing, though one ear isn't as good as the other. i tend to favour my right ear as i can't filter sound as well through the left. suppose it explains why i make people walk on my right...

my recipes always call for a handful of something. most of my cooking involves a quick glance at a recipe, and the rest gets ad-libbed

i know exactly what you mean. sometimes my brain decides it's had enough of working,a nd goes into lockdown. when it gets to that point i can't do anything, productive or procrastinative. it's like when you want to cry, and you get a lump in your throat, when i want ot work i get a lump in my brain.

it doesn't get easier. you just learn to forget which bits hurt, until you get the wounds opened again. was patronised by my English teacher tonight, yet again. my tolerance threshold is wearing low.

thanks. i've been having such a rough time lately, with so many things all piling up, as you can probably tell. it's like trying to learn to cope all over again. it's not fun.

My name's Roxy, and i'm defective. i feel defective, and it's making me miserable. it's been a little over 2 years since someone hit me with the label maker and told me i was dyspraxic. and that was it. i happily stomped off to go see what it was all about, read everything i could get my hands on ...