I needed to hear this now, spent the past weekend stressing about trying to relax. It's hard to have downtime between graduate school semesters because during the semester is full force ahead working day and night. Plus typically during the holidays doing anything and everything in the past to avoid thinking about the holidays and all the accompanying baggage. I'll be returning to this piece over and over.
4 years ago, at the age of 60, It was finally revealed to me that as a baby I never crawled, and only managed to get up and walk shortly before my 3rd birthday. I'm DYSPRAXIC! The Eureka moment of my entire life on this for me, higher than normal gravity planet of ours... Dyspraxia literally means "bad action" or lack of movement . First description of dyspraxia was "congenital maladroitness" and subsequently "motor morons" then "clumsy child syndrome" it's the last hidden disability of them all and the least validated, which is depressing in itself.
These clumsy motir retarded babies looked at as simply "lazy" (GRRRR) grow into clumsy "lazy" (GRRRR) teenagers and then clumsy "lazy" and (GRRRR) adults, and increasingly and prematurely exhausted 64 year olds, like myself
BTW over 50% of dyspraxics also have adhd and other neurolophysiological conditions not associated with typical human bell curve traits.
MY sense of time is vastly different to at least 99% of the human RACE due to the developmental neglect fuelled retardation of my synaptic motor pruning. Hidden disability all along, but no one gives a damn about things that can't be seen, but like suicidal ideation and existential lack of sense of agency.
A floppy muscled flat footed fatigued 64 year old now, with 64 years of comparing and despairing at my lacklustre motor functions..HALF of us "dyspies" (my invented slang
it's been a revelation mixed with grief and a growing kindness to myself in the knowing that its not entirely my fault. I'm not simply "lazy", don't have a moral deficit.
No one is at fault, was just poor choice of parents
4 years ago, at the age of 60, It was finally revealed to me that as a baby I never crawled, and only managed to get up and walk shortly before my 3rd birthday. I'm DYSPRAXIC! The Eureka moment of my entire life on this for me, higher than normal gravity planet of ours... Dyspraxia literally means "bad action" or lack of movement . First description of dyspraxia was "congenital maladroitness" and subsequently "motor morons" then "clumsy child syndrome" it's the last hidden disability of them all and the least validated, which is depressing in itself.
These clumsy motir retarded babies looked at as simply "lazy" (GRRRR) grow into clumsy "lazy" (GRRRR) teenagers and then clumsy "lazy" and (GRRRR) adults, and increasingly and prematurely exhausted 64 year olds, like myself
BTW over 50% of dyspraxics also have adhd and other neurolophysiological conditions not associated with typical human bell curve traits.
MY sense of time is vastly different to at least 99% of the human RACE due to the developmental neglect fuelled retardation of my synaptic motor pruning. Hidden disability all along, but no one gives a damn about things that can't be seen, but like suicidal ideation and existential lack of sense of agency.
A floppy muscled flat footed fatigued 64 year old now, with 64 years of comparing and despairing at my lacklustre motor functions..HALF of us "dyspies" (my invented slang
it's been a revelation mixed with grief and a growing kindness to myself in the knowing that its not entirely my fault. I'm not simply "lazy", don't have a moral deficit.
No one is at fault, was just poor choice of parents
Thanks J. Just sitting in a hospital bed right now after a sports injury…now it’s time to recover and rehab.
Best of luck to you. You've got this.
I needed to hear this now, spent the past weekend stressing about trying to relax. It's hard to have downtime between graduate school semesters because during the semester is full force ahead working day and night. Plus typically during the holidays doing anything and everything in the past to avoid thinking about the holidays and all the accompanying baggage. I'll be returning to this piece over and over.
Yea a lot of baggage comes to the surface this time of year.
Hope you find some degree of relaxation.
Wow. Just wow. So real.
Beautifully said. Now time to experience this new season of life. No complaining.
4 years ago, at the age of 60, It was finally revealed to me that as a baby I never crawled, and only managed to get up and walk shortly before my 3rd birthday. I'm DYSPRAXIC! The Eureka moment of my entire life on this for me, higher than normal gravity planet of ours... Dyspraxia literally means "bad action" or lack of movement . First description of dyspraxia was "congenital maladroitness" and subsequently "motor morons" then "clumsy child syndrome" it's the last hidden disability of them all and the least validated, which is depressing in itself.
These clumsy motir retarded babies looked at as simply "lazy" (GRRRR) grow into clumsy "lazy" (GRRRR) teenagers and then clumsy "lazy" and (GRRRR) adults, and increasingly and prematurely exhausted 64 year olds, like myself
BTW over 50% of dyspraxics also have adhd and other neurolophysiological conditions not associated with typical human bell curve traits.
MY sense of time is vastly different to at least 99% of the human RACE due to the developmental neglect fuelled retardation of my synaptic motor pruning. Hidden disability all along, but no one gives a damn about things that can't be seen, but like suicidal ideation and existential lack of sense of agency.
A floppy muscled flat footed fatigued 64 year old now, with 64 years of comparing and despairing at my lacklustre motor functions..HALF of us "dyspies" (my invented slang
it's been a revelation mixed with grief and a growing kindness to myself in the knowing that its not entirely my fault. I'm not simply "lazy", don't have a moral deficit.
No one is at fault, was just poor choice of parents
4 years ago, at the age of 60, It was finally revealed to me that as a baby I never crawled, and only managed to get up and walk shortly before my 3rd birthday. I'm DYSPRAXIC! The Eureka moment of my entire life on this for me, higher than normal gravity planet of ours... Dyspraxia literally means "bad action" or lack of movement . First description of dyspraxia was "congenital maladroitness" and subsequently "motor morons" then "clumsy child syndrome" it's the last hidden disability of them all and the least validated, which is depressing in itself.
These clumsy motir retarded babies looked at as simply "lazy" (GRRRR) grow into clumsy "lazy" (GRRRR) teenagers and then clumsy "lazy" and (GRRRR) adults, and increasingly and prematurely exhausted 64 year olds, like myself
BTW over 50% of dyspraxics also have adhd and other neurolophysiological conditions not associated with typical human bell curve traits.
MY sense of time is vastly different to at least 99% of the human RACE due to the developmental neglect fuelled retardation of my synaptic motor pruning. Hidden disability all along, but no one gives a damn about things that can't be seen, but like suicidal ideation and existential lack of sense of agency.
A floppy muscled flat footed fatigued 64 year old now, with 64 years of comparing and despairing at my lacklustre motor functions..HALF of us "dyspies" (my invented slang
it's been a revelation mixed with grief and a growing kindness to myself in the knowing that its not entirely my fault. I'm not simply "lazy", don't have a moral deficit.
No one is at fault, was just poor choice of parents