I left my phone in Morrison's the other day. I had already left it upstairs in another part of the call centre that day. Thankfully the people behind me at the till in Morrison's were honest, and the desk on which I had left it at work belonged to a friend. Unfortunately I seem to be having rather a dyspraxic week. I even inadvertently got my breaks and meetings at work the wrong way around.
As ridiculous as this might sound to the neurologically-average human being, this is because (horror of horrors) I had to move desks recently. My call-taking machine packed up and until it is fixed I have been moved to a desk and computer where everything is positioned in mirror-image to mine. This would be a little hard to get used to at first for most but for the neuro-diverse person it's an absolute hell. I'm managing to do my job in the same way as I usually do but the upheaval of what I'm used to seeing every day being the wrong way around now means that doing my job is about all I can manage as normal. Everything else has gone to the dogs. Housework? What's that? I normally take a what to work? I haven't a clue what goes into a packed lunch! Are you crazy? I normally carry a mobile phone in my bag? Do I? Is that so I don't lose it? Ah, that would explain why now carrying it in my hand, I tend not to come home with it. Well, I do, but only because of honest and helpful people.
For the dyspraxic person (or at least this dyspraxic person because the condition can affect different people in different ways) one small change in routine throws pretty much everything else out. I come out of work late and have to work out which bus to take home as if I've never got a bus before in all my life, let alone a choice of two. I move desks and I panic, and my friend who (thank God) happens to be free for twenty minutes has to sit by me and tell me how to do tasks I normally find totally mundane until I get used to my new seat.
Sometimes I wish I could swap my brain for someone else's; others, I'm grateful. There's a flip-side to everything. This week I'm rubbish at everything I usually do each day with relative ease, but for the first time in a couple of years I've completed three new pieces of writing in just twenty-four hours. Summer is going to be interesting.
