As a mom to a recent high school graduate with dyspraxia, I’ve had a front row seat for almost two decades to her struggles. My daughter, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with dyspraxia at 2½. (The term in the DSM-5 is “developmental coordination disorder.”)
Elizabeth’s difficulty with motor skills tasks, like cutting with scissors and buttoning clothes, was obvious from a young age. But over time, we also came to realize she has trouble with executive function and working memory.
It’s been hard to watch her struggle over the years. To cope, she and I have learned to talk about how she’s feeling. We began our “chat” time when she was in grade school. Over time, they’ve grown in length and depth of conversation. We talk a great deal about her daily life—the good and the bad.