...neither is it too much coffee, drug or alcohol withdrawal.
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.
I have about 20 'diaries' and ' journals', but it's funny how I start writing and end up looking for colored pencils, pens, paint, glue, and prettty shiny things.....and my journal pages end up looking like this:
And when I look at them I remember exactly what was happening in my heard when I 'wrote' them.
*Post and Page comming soon on Dyspraxia...I waited 50 years for a correct diagnosis...but in the deal got my service dog, who is the sunshine of my life...and who keeps me from dumb stuff like drowning in the bathtub, sleeping through the fire alarm and is always there to grab onto to prevent a fall or run for help when I do hit the ground.