I was diagnosed with Dyspraxia in my early teens (i'm now 22) but never really properly understood how it effected me. I always knew i had a tendency to be clumsy, a lack of organization and problems with number sequences but was never aware that it could effect my emotions and behavior.
I broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years in July and i was left feeling really down about myself. She told me that my erratic behaviour (up, down, up, down) was too much to handel and that it was really effecting her. I was also told that at times my behaviour could be extremely intimmidating and although i never lashed out physcially, on a bad day i could be verbally abusive. The final nail in the coffin came when she told me that she felt like she had been mothering me for the past 3 years and that sometimes she felt that I wasn't there to support her. Although she still wanted to be with me, at the time after hearing those comments i lost it and decided to end it.
6 months down the line (and after a point in the right direction from the only other dyspraxic i've ever met) and i'm starting to realise that alot of the negative aspects of my behaviour are directly linked to my dyspraxia and i'm feeling a fool because maybe if i had recognized this earlier i could have dealt with it properly and none of this would have happened. I've already started taking steps to help myself (started regular exercise again, trying different relaxation techniques, trying to kick an alcohol and drugs problem i've struggled with since my teens) and am already starting to feel better for it.
I was wondering if anyone has ever had a similar problem in their relationship and how they worked around it? Does it help if your partner is well aware of these symptoms being linked to Dyspraxia (neither her or I was aware at the time)? I'm frightened that the next relationship i get in i could fall into similar patterns when stressed or anxious and end up hurting someone else that means the world to me.
Usually i can be the most caring, sensitive boyfriend in the world, but once something knocks me (be it in the relationship or life in general) a real horrible side starts to emerge and i morph into someone i'm not.
