There always seems to be something that I have to think about around my issues, but this particular issue 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 my neurologist has confirmed that a more likely cause is scar tissue, which makes me feel slightly better.
No one has any idea how I struggle with my handwriting, yet for me simply filling in a form is difficult. It’s not like a broken leg where everyone can see the problem and can readily sympathise. Handwriting is something we learn at an early age. I feel embarrassed about it.
To keep it secret makes me feel worse. I am hoping that writing this particular blog will show others that we all have something we struggle with, and we perhaps shouldn’t feel bad or embarrassed. Others need to understand what we deal with and if they don’t, perhaps they need to.
This is something I know I need to deal with. And although I know this issue is down to brain scar tissue forming, my father walking behind me certainly didn’t help.