I often get younger very lovely too may I add people coming to me for advice over various topics which they may be struggling with. I recently got told maybe I should write about a blog about it. So here we are, hopefully my experiences can help others going through the same thing and at the same time boost your self esteem, because it really can help when you know someone else is going or has gone through the same things as you. My blog will predominantly focus on my dyspraxia/dyslexia but will also feature other experiences I have been through. Hopefully by reading this you will understand why I tweet/ support the charity Dyslexia Action a lot and why rasing awareness is so so important to me. If I can help one person by writing this than it's been a good thing.
As a child I was very clumsy, was often bumping into things or other people (not much change) my handwriting looked like the Egyptians hyroglipics and I dreaded P.E lessons as my hand eye co-ordination was dreadful. I often scared my mum because I used to fall head first down the stairs oopsie. I also really struggled with spelling. I was 4 when I was diagnosed with dyspraxia, which is quite young, but back then dyspraxia was very unheard of, it still is now to be honest. The amount of people who just stare blankly when you mention the word. My parents had to fight and fight for me to get help, my mum was even accused of being an overprotective mum when she went into get me some help. I was always being pulled up for the state of my presentaion, constantly told to re do things and was made to feel like I was lazy and wasn't bothered. In P.e lessons I was always the last one picked, the one who people didn't want on their team, the one who they knew wouldn't be able to hit the ball to score a rounder. It lead to me being bullied quite badly as well as being un-coordinated and clumsy I was very tall. So I stuck out like a sore thumb, when it was sports day I used to run arms flapping like some demented chicken. Looking back it must have been quite an amusing sight to see. In turn it made me very shy and very lacking in self esteem and confidence.
As I got older it was evident that there were other things that there could possibly be, my memory was awful, organisation all over the place, time keeping not great and was really struggling with the writing side of things. When I was at secondary school and then sixthform I didn't know anybody who had any needs, I was the only person who had extra time for exams and nobody else seemed to struggle, at the time I really thought am I the only person who has these problems? I will never forget when we had to do the general studies exam and everybody else got up and left and I was sat there still writing, with everybody else looking at me as to think why has she got extra time and we haven't? It was very embarrasing.