It would explain quite a few things. As I'm menopausal, depressed, anxious AND have CFS/ME, I tend to put my many fuckups down to general malaise or the medications. An old friend got in touch this evening, though, and - as I dropped and broke something while speaking to her - reminded me of some spectacular fuckups of mine from when we were close! She was just being jolly and "you know what you're like" about it, but it made me think.
I looked up www.dyspraxiafoundation.org.uk/services/ad_symptoms.php adult dyspraxia and have about half the listed qualities. None are debilitating, unless I wanted to take up ball sports (can't, don't won't!) and I've overcome some, like rhythm in dancing, and driving, by assiduous practice. My disorganisation and lack of sequential execution are legendary.
I was wondering whether anybody here could join me in a bit of mutual hand-holding, as one generally does following a self-diagnosis. And my second question's about that: Is this worth pursuing? Would a dx make any difference to my life? Or should I just look up a bit of self help, and carry on telling people not to put my drink in their best glassware?