If Only This Could Be Said

Love Me, Love My Dog

My Service dog, my right hand (or my left-I don't know the difference), my right foot to my two left feet...Asher.

Daily Dyspraxia* Moment -A Confession

Once, when someone asked me directions to a place I know well, I pretended I didn't speak English.

And yes I have had to use my GPS to get home many times when I was within 2 miles from home.  

Remember that scene in "Inception" where the street folds back on itself?....welcome to my world.

 

 

Daily Dyspraxia* Moment

...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.

Daily Dyspraxia* Moment-I Do try to get organized!

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.

 

Poster: Dyspraxia Panda

Journal Pages: Mine, all mine and there are many more

 

Daily Dyspraxia* Moment

From:Dyspraxia Panda Blog 

*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.