Hello again,

So, I just wanted to talk about how I found out about the fact that I have dyspraxia.

My mum first mentioned it in passing a couple of years back, and of course I turned to google to find out whatever the heck it was, and was given an explanation, but I didn't really see it as a big thing and just kind of left it alone for the next few years.

It re-emerged recently, as I, being a standard 15 year old British potato, am about to start my GCSEs.  One of the issues with dyspraxia is getting everything in you head down quickly and legibly in the pressurised environment of the exam hall. So, I wanted to see if I could use a laptop or get extra time in the exams or something.  Of course, however, my school wasn't having any of it and went on about not using a laptop for my everyday lessons and not having an official diagnosis, so I went to a children's hospital, tested, had blood sucked of my arm form analysis, and hey what do you know I have dyspraxia.

And it was the weirdest thing because it was like, hey,  remember that happened when you were six years old, that thing you've never been able to do and assumed was normal, that thing that really troubled you a few years back WELL, HERES WHY THAT HAPPENED.  And while that was kinda cool and reassuring, it was also freaking terrifying and disorientating, like my whole life was a lie or something.  Like, this massive thing has been right here my entire life right in front of me, part of me, and yet I had no freaking idea at all.

Once again, quite short, but I will update a lot.

farewells


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