Out of everything I’ve had to deal with since I started my journey nearly eight years ago, my handwriting is the only thing I haven’t yet tackled. I haven’t talked about my handwriting struggles in any great detail, primarily because I’m too embarrassed.
Handwriting is one of those things we learn as a child and then subconsciously just do it. We don’t even have to think about it; although I appreciate that with technology advances we probably write less now, but my brain damage stops me from forming my letters together.
Another problem is that if someone speaks too quickly as I’m trying to write, my brain not only has trouble interpreting what I hear, but I also struggle to form the outlines. As explained, my consultant says this is due to a non-dominant parietal lobe problem, so perhaps I shouldn’t be so embarrassed.
I also write at snail’s pace. In school my writing was too small, but perhaps that’s got something to do with the outlines being small enough for me to form them without a problem. It didn’t matter how many times I got shouted at, or how many times I was told to write larger and quicker, I couldn’t. It’s a shame no teacher stopped to ask why.
Now that I have managed to make the outlines slightly bigger, they’re even less well formed. It’s something I continue to struggle with.
There are times when I feel stupid that something so basic is something I struggle with, but I struggle more with the injustice of how I got to this place.