Being Dyspraxic is to be judged by your body or moments of being so tongue tied you have to check your ID when someone asks you your name.
I started using a cane mainly so people would not think I was drunk. I still fell down, but people were a little more forgiving.
Having my service dog is a vast improvement. He keeps me upright by sometimes by the hairs of his body which I grab as I am tilting almost to the tipping point. His counterweight makes falling a little bit rarer experience. My brittle bones thank him everyday.