No Control

Having dyspraxia means we can’t think and do at the same time. If I think about hopping up and down, I can’t hop and down. Imagine yourself sitting and waiting to ask someone privately about where the bathroom is. He steps into the room, but you cannot move or speak. No matter how hard you try, and no matter how badly you need to pee, you sit there helplessly. It’s an awful feeling.


Consider my life, prior to spelling: I’d sit in classrooms, particularly bored, feeling utterly helpless. No matter what I did, all the time, I had no way of telling anyone that I was not cognitively disabled. I tried over and over, but the thoughts in my head never translate into muscle movements. There are no words to describe how frustrating that is.

Having been a speller for years now, I can definitely say that my stress and frustration levels are way down. All I really mainly want, besides a cure in the near future, is at M2H in the almost perfect way (the only imperfection being no cure). Here at least I am seen and known for who I really am. And here I am happy.