According to Mum I was diagnosed as a toddler after my grandmother insisted that there wasnt something "right" about me. I walked at 7 months but was extremely unco and had the very common speech impediment that seems to run with the condition (it wasnt until I started doing theatre at age 8 that the general population began to understand me easily) Gran was thinking maybe severely mentally handicapped so I think she was relieved with the diagnoses
The family however made a choice not to tell me about it until I was in my late teens and had finished high school so I wouldnt use it as an excuse. I am grateful for this as throughout my school years I was known as the "try-er" I knew I would finish every race last etc but kept giving it 110% hoping to one day come in maybe second last...just once (and it did happen but it took the cross country in high school where half the girls walk as soon as they are out of the view of the teachers...I came middle of the pack that year
My mother telling me was probably the happiest day of my life as I suddenly had an explanation why at 18 I still couldnt catch a basketball, something that my 3 year old nephew has already mastered, and why I am so very clumsy (I swear furniture and door ways are out to get me and take great pleasure in moving at the last moment
So me now, age 37, I fully except that my body has a mind of its own, that I do literally trip over my own feet and that on uneven ground i will fall over. Its just life and you can either curse the fates for giving you this challenge or embrace the challenge and enjoy it.
Oh, and if you havent guessed yet, I am permanently annoyingly cheerful. I dont know if this is another dypraxia symptom since most talk about depression etc, or if its just uniquely me. Its a great "super power" to have btw, as it keeps everyone around me optimistic.
Well, keep smiling,
Onelia
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