I've a dyspraxic friend who can't use a kettle unless it's her own. Most people would think a kettle is a kettle; there may be slight variations but they're near enough all the same. I don't have any problem with kettles. I have a problem with phones. Unless it's my phone I panic if I have to use one. To be perfectly honest I don't like to use any phone unless absolutely necessary. I feel uncomfortable having to hold something up in order to talk to a person. It's two things to concentrate on: holding the phone and taking in what's being said. That's not something I do well.
It's frustrating being dyspraxic in a world where hidden disability is accepted but only superficially. Everybody has heard about dyslexia and has an opinion. Celebrities are trotted out on TV documentaries admitting their difficulty. My GP had only a vague idea of what dyspraxia might be: "That's to do with your spacial awareness, isn't it?" There are only three support groups (last I heard) in all of Britain for dyspraxia sufferers and two are in the northwest of England. And the thing with dyspraxia is that if the main organiser is unable to arrange a meeting, disorganised dyspraxics can't organise their own!
I wish I could make people understand what it's like in my head. It might look like procrastination. It might seem not to make sense that I'm great at one thing and absolutely pitiful at something so similar I ought to be able to do that as well. I wish I could give my brain to someone else for a day and let them see that my blog is called Inside A Blank Mind because that's what my mind is like sometimes.
