dyspraxia. Because of this, my working memory is impaired, which reduces my ability to think several steps ahead (I was never good at chess for this reason) and remember a sequence of activities. It's hard for me to imagine how something, like those puzzles from P.B. Winterbottom, is going to work out in my head. Which is why I'm bad at puzzles like that. I also constantly lose my shit everywhere, even if I just had it in my hands two seconds ago, only half-finish things like dishwashing or cleaning and I've got very shitty handwriting, low muscle tone in my arms and I bump into shit all the time.
My long-term memory, linguistic skills and abstract reasoning are all excellent, however, which explains my eloquence and intelligence.
I don't know if this is the correct phrase
But I feel like we're kinda like... kindred spirits
One of the very few people on here that I would take the time to meet.
My mother actually had dyspraxia, as well. She shared a lot of those symptoms. I remember there'd be times where'd I'd actually witness her losing something that was right near her. I always found it funny, because I was a kid, and kids are little shits, but looking back, it must've been a really terribad experience for her.
But I get what you mean. I get along with pretty much everyone who isn't a flagrant douche, and even some who are flagrant douches, but very few people can match my sense of humor so well.