Call for Change

After an awkward time, being frightened by the very thought of years trapped in this body, having to withstand the nightmare of school, I finally am, at first, getting to like who I am. I can’t feel totally at peace with myself, because dyspraxia sucks. Having no ability to speak with my mouth, or to take care of myself, stinks. Having to be reliant on others even to speak blows chunks. That is the worst part of this stupid disability. Calling the hardness of our lives difficult is beyond an understatement. 


But at least now demonstrating that I’m intelligent allows people to realize that I am not who they believed me to be. 

I thought I’d get used to people waiting to put us through tortuous, idiotic, almost-damaging, shaky science nonsense, but it’s not the kind of thing one gets used to. I take the position that we give the appearance of considerable disability, but if you observe us closely, through the lens of dyspraxia, you will see a consistency. Our ability to control the workings of our muscles is pathetic. Seeing as how our teachers, therapists, and beneficent speech paths all saw the motor problems, how come no one has made the leap to reconsider our cognitive abilities? Sorry, but it doesn’t allow centuries of work to have the truth thoroughly accepted. All it should take is a paper or two in the literature to crush today’s misconceptions. 

Real-world returns are the corrections of societal mistakes. It’s awkward always to admit you are wrong. But it needs to happen right now.