YOU ARE NOT BEING A TWAT!
My daughter has dyspraxia/developmental coordination disorder.
We've had this diagnosis for a while now.
And you know what? I still cry.
A lot.
I cried the other day when we took her to visit the SEN nursery where she will be retained at age. And everyone asking her if she's excited about starting school because she's a very tall 5.
I cried filling out the DLA form.
I cried when I got her Peabody Assessment report from OT the other day and she's been referred back to physio because of the hypermobility in her joints.
I cried when I read that part of her report saying that her condition has not affected her sensory perception or social skills at all, because you're right, things could be worse.
I cry nearly everytime we go to SALT and speech is her strong point!
I cry when I read some of my books and try to understand how much harder some things will be for her, things I always took for granted, things that were and still are so easy for me.
I cry when I think of the future.
I cry with joy when I think that I'm so happy she is ours and not someone else's who might hold her condition against her.
I'll cry when she's trying to read
This is why the SN board is here.