3 things I wish I knew when I was first diagnosed with dyspraxia (DCD)

From October 12–16th 2021, a few organizations I am personally affiliated with: Dyspraxic Alliance, Dyspraxic Me, and Dyspraxia Magazine are celebrating dyspraxia awareness week with Dyspraxic Help 4 U, and a large percentage of the online #dyspraxia community.

To celebrate this occasion, we’re organizing everything from virtual social events, to Q & As and fundraisers to make an awareness week that’s about so much more than hashtags and appearances. FYI: The link to our full calendar of events is available at the end of this article if you’re interested.

The more time passes, the more I feel nostalgic when I participate in awareness week.

When my efforts have a positive impact, the people I’m interacting with always remind me of how I felt when I was first diagnosed. I have been invited to do two dyspraxia awareness-focused live streams this year. So those feelings will probably come back in a pretty significant way.

Although my diagnosis was a really long time ago. It was the mid-1990s, I was four years old, and I turn 30 this month. So my memories of the diagnosis itself are imperfect, to say the least. The one thing I do remember quite vividly though is what happened in the days, years…