squeezle wrote:
Deefor4 wrote:
I have good days and bad days. Good days I function pretty well, but on a bad day I drop things, I fumble keys, money, whatever it is I'm buying, I get hot and flustered, it feels as though I'm having trouble walking properly - I seem to clump and slouch along, and however hard I try I can't seem to step out - and I have real trouble walking along a crowded pavement. How do people do that, especially when they want to turn into a shop or cross a road, without crashing into people? And crossing the road...it's really difficult to assimilate when it's safe for me to go.
I can't tell my left from my right, either.
this sounds like me! on my bad days my husband usually comforts me by saying, 'i'm sorry. i know it's hard to be a squeezle'
that whole right and left thing gets me every time, i either have to point or give directions with north, south, east and west. the problem is that most people don't think in cardinal directions. i can however, read maps and draw maps rather well.
i'm always dropping, spilling, fumbling, running into things and people, tripping. i also have some problems with the fine motor skills. my handwriting stinks and i have never learned how to whistle or snap my fingers.... and i'm 35.
This does sound familiar! My handwriting varies, as well, from day to day, and as for giving people directions - they pull up beside me in a car and ask what, to them, must be a perfectly simple, easy question, and find themselves confronted with an awkward, blushing wreck, dropping things, saying "erm" a lot, and saying things like, "Yes, you go to the end of this road and turn - erm - (checks to see which hand wedding ring is on) left, and then when you come to the green you need to fork - er - (checks to see which hand silver ring is on) right, and then go - erm (checks hands again) right again until you come to the main road..."
I'm sure more than one driver passing through our village is convinced they've encountered the resident idiot!
By the way, your husband sounds lovely. Mine tries to be supportive, but I think there's still an element of "it's a convenient excuse for when things go wrong" there.