How clumsy are you?

I know that we can be prone to being clumsy (and why, and that I definitely am), but can still find it upsetting. 

Since my diagnosis, I've found it easier to just acknowledge - or even to smile or laugh about - the smaller examples. But my unending stream of clumsiness, together with the hassle of the bigger examples, still gets to me.

It started innocuously enough today: I somehow dropped my teabag on the kitchen floor, between taking it out of the caddy and putting it into my cup. One moment it was right there, between my thumb and fingers, and I was looking right at it. The next it was on the floor. I've no idea how.

Two hours later, one that I couldn't smile about: I was sitting in the living room, had a first sip from a cup of coffee, and then - in the process of putting it back on the side table - somehow knocked it over and spilled it all over the floor (including down the table, under the table, under the sofa, etc).

I thought it might be interesting or maybe even therapeutic to share some of our clumsiness incidents.

So, if you feel like sharing, how clumsy are you? And what are some examples - whether recent or old?

(Very importantly, I don't mean to be tone deaf with this thread in respect of those of us who routinely have more severe difficulties. I'm thinking about the situations that we think we've got covered, until it turns out that we haven't).

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  • Something I was just thinking about, has anyone else ever tried to play ‘pub darts’? I know from experience that it’s a very dangerous sport, not so much for me but more for anyone standing within throwing distance.
    I remember javelin at school, quite a few people nearly got skewered.

  • I remember the brother of my brother's girlfriend of the time wanting to play table tennis and there was only me. I said that it would be no fun for him to play me as I'm rubbish. I was telling the truth. He was thinking that I was being modest. After a few minutes of me never returning the ball, he despondently said (not nastily), you are rubbish.

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  • I remember the brother of my brother's girlfriend of the time wanting to play table tennis and there was only me. I said that it would be no fun for him to play me as I'm rubbish. I was telling the truth. He was thinking that I was being modest. After a few minutes of me never returning the ball, he despondently said (not nastily), you are rubbish.

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