I have been diagnosed as dyspraxic about three weeks ago now. I am 47 and it has come as a shock to say the least. For years I attributed my struggles and oddities to the traumatic childhood I had. That certainly did not help as there was no one to fight my corner, social workers just gave me labels and judged my difficulties as negative seeking attention behavour.
( Hope what I write makes sense to you). I am struggling and fighting to get the help and support I need but there is an inner resolve telling me I am worth it and I am determined to persevere. A lot of grief about wasted years and how I would have done so many things differently had I known - however as they say I am in the solution now and not the problem.
My husband has been a real rock and I would have given up before now except for his encouragement, love and strength, he takes my tantrums and tears in his stride. It was actually working with him that brought to light my difficulties. And I worked as a qualified nurse for years but just accepted the difficulties and challenges as something that was part of my personality.
Anyway finding you and finding out what is the matter is a big relief- I am not barmy after all . Reading your posts as I have done almost obsessively over the past two days has helped me to realise that.
Incidentally reading your posts has also made me realise that dyspraxics have got balls!!!
Thanks for reading this
Chloe
) it is their problem, not yours 