okay, minor vent, but can we take a moment to consider how genuinely unnerving having dyspraxia can be? there’s nothing quite as awful as knowing you have to go somewhere after getting off the bus, and that it’s not vaguely in the vicinity, but beyond that, you have no clue how far away you are, nor which way to go. you know you’re in the wrong place, but don’t know where the hell to start to find the right one. there’s something incredibly disconcerting about getting lost in the same city you’ve lived in all your life, especially when it’s barely a city so much as a gangly town with limbs too long to befit its old name. it’s genuinely frustrating to have no idea where you are relative to another place, and all you can do is keep walking and try not to feel.
i know that the existence of gps eliminates any major risks associated with this, but even so, it’s incredibly unsettling.











