There always seems to be something that takes precedent that’s life, but this is on my mind today.
I initially equated the problems with my handwriting to my father walking behind me as we went for walks, telling me to pick my foot up and to stop dragging my leg, but a year ago my Neurologist confirmed that scar tissue is the reason for the problems with my handwriting, so that makes me feel slightly better.
No one has any idea of my struggles and yet for me simply filling in a form is difficult. It’s not like a broken leg where everyone can see a broken leg and they can readily sympathise. Handwriting is something we learn as soon as we learn to write. I’m feeling stupid and slightly embarrassed about it.
To keep it secret would make me feel alone. By writing this blog I am hoping it will show others that we all have something we struggle with. We mustn’t feel bad or feel embarrassed about what we struggle with. Others need to understand and if they don’t understand they need to come to understand.
This is something I know I need to deal with. Although this issue is down to scarring, it didn’t help my father walking behind me. All I know is that I have difficulty with my handwriting.