How clumsy are you?

**** I hate knocking things over with my elbow. My dressing gown sleeves are magnets too. Why the ******* **** do i catch my clothing on door handles. It will corse me sprung back into people like I am connected to a bungy. I will rip pockets and i have broken a weak door too. 

How lovely Roy, I wish there were more sports teachers like that.

The other things I was really bad at was gym, I couldn't climb ropes or jump, vault and I was hopeless at floor work too. We had to do Danish country dancing around the gym when it was to wet for outdoor stuff, I just used to skip along, I couldn't get the hang of the steps at all, I was told off for that as well.

I love the way you've written this. It really made me giggle. This is my life too. There's an army of them in my house. They should really pick on someone their own size right?

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.

I totally agree, tennis or badminton was like watching me swatting flies, another hate was hockey, I’ve occasionally been invited to play golf, there is no way I’m ever going to hit the ball, more chance of a club hitting someone.

I was actually excused sport in the last year of school. My sports teacher was really kind, he took me to one side when I was being shouted at while playing football badly , he said that the other people in the school were my whole life at the moment, in a few years I will most probably never see any of them again in my life. He agreed that I was never going to be a sportsman, but there will be something out there that I will be good at. He was right, we remained friends right up to his death 25 years later.

I wasn't allowed to do javelin at school after the first attempt, I was way to dangerous, nor was I allowed to do shot put as I was a danger with that too, mostly to my own toes.

I think it's odd that teachers understood that some people just can't throw and are clumsy, but still expected you to run and jump and be able to play tennis?

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.

Wait till you see me go round a corner!. We have a B group who ride at a steady pace on a forty mile or under ride to a cafe. We always wait for people so no stress, just good fun.

Thank you for the kind invitation. The only club that will let me ride with them is the

Wobbly Wheelers

I'm clumsy enough to always have a collection of bruises from bumping into door frames, cabinets, and so on. I'm also quite adept at tripping over things, whether indoors or outdoors. On several occasions, I've attempted to set a glass of water on the small table next to my chair, only to completely miss the table and have the glass fall to the floor. Once, while leaving the post office lobby, which had a floor-to-ceiling window next to the door, I somehow mistook the window for the door and hit the glass with a loud bang. It was so loud that the lady who worked at the counter inside the post office came rushing out to see if I was okay. As a child, I never managed to get past the training wheels on my bike, couldn't catch a ball, climb a tree, or balance while walking along the narrow edge of a 2x4 fixed to the ground. Physical education classes in school were a nightmare, and none of it has gotten better with age.

Door frames are a frequent place my spatial awareness fails me. I also trip over numerous items, but I don't think the tripping is autism related as my NT Mum tripped over numerous things too.

Dropping items can be interesting as I sometimes manage to juggle them which is handy if they are heavy and would fall in my toe. I can frequently be heard to say whoops.

I'm always propping things and spilling things, Even when I'm eating I'm always carful not to get anything in my beard, But it always ends up on my clothes lol. 

Hello Nemo,

good to know there are others with dyspraxia who can ride a bike. All of my falls have been at low speeds. If you are able to then please feel free to ride with our local club sometime? 

I've lost count of the number of times I've fallen from my bike. I've fallen of going around corners and while riding in a straight line. During these falls I've had three near death experiences and two serious physical injuries. On the plus side I've had several rides in ambulances where I've been told by paramedic how unhealthy is cycling.

Ironically, cycling is my safe space.

I too have poor fine motor skills, there is an almost complete disconnect between brain and muscles.

In short, I'm very clumsy.

I think my inate lack of balance and rhithym put paid to any chance of my learning to ride a bike, I was a late starter too which didn't help, I didn't try to learn until I was in my late 30's. I was so much taller than all my friends that I couldn't ride their bikes, they were just to small.

I did try to learn to dance, I did a belly dancing class and managed to get my boobs and bum shimmying on opposite directions, unfortunately none of it was in time to the music. People back away from me if I hit the dance floor, they want to pretend they don't know me as I flail about like an octopus who's had an electric shock. I couldn't even pogo in time with everyone else, I was always going up as they were going down and vice versa.

I like to tuck my legs under as I sit down on the sofa - one time I lost my balance and hit my toes on the hard side of the sofa, then had to explain at work why I was having trouble walking and going up and down stairs. I think they all thought I was drunk, but I hadn't had a drop.

A few years ago I was walking to the shops with my partner. As we were about to cross a side road, I looked to the right to check for traffic and fell off the pavement into the road. Luckily I was holding his hand which broke my fall, but I still ended up with bruises.

As a child I took a long time to learn to ride a bike, couldn't catch a ball, and was always last to be picked for team sports.

Strangely, I did learn to dance (ballroom) - not sure how that happened!

SpikeyMark said:

I refuse to go out in icy conditions

I had snow and ice grips, even then I still felt quite nervous.

I opened and walked through a 15ft farm gate today, l now have a bruise along one side of my chest from the gate catch after I fell against it, 15ft just isn’t wide enough!

It's not easy when inanimate objects gang up on you.

I've been brutally attacked by my fair share of table corners and bed legs in my time. Door frames are particularly taxing. I'm more likely to encounter a viscous inanimate object when I'm tired, they are just drawn to me, they must sense weakness.