From what I remember, since an early age, adults regularly pointed out that I fell more than the other kids did and walked differently. I also remember figuring out how to use eating utensils later than the other kids. My teachers, peers and family all complained at some point that I moved too slowly or was clumsy. One teacher got concerned about my clumsiness, but my parents brushed it off as me being careless.
Perhaps dyspraxia was the culprit all along.
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Life ... that's what leaves the mess. Mad people everywhere.