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Im a terrible public speaker. I get too nervous and shakey. I already have poor communication skills, so having to speak to multiple people who are all facing me is challenging : p
With music, I can write a melody fine, but I cant come up with lyrics. So, anything that involves words, like lyrics or poetry, its definitely not a talent of mine, haha.
With music, I can write a melody fine, but I cant come up with lyrics. So, anything that involves words, like lyrics or poetry, its definitely not a talent of mine, haha.
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Anything that requires strengths, stamina or coordination.
- Running ten meters to catch up with the bus has me breathing so hard I almost gag
and it seems no matter how long I am doing something, I never ever get any better (Really!)
My hand writing is barely readable (you might want an interpreter)
Planning / being methodical. - I just do stuff ... which causes trouble when I do programming
- Running ten meters to catch up with the bus has me breathing so hard I almost gag
and it seems no matter how long I am doing something, I never ever get any better (Really!)
My hand writing is barely readable (you might want an interpreter)
Planning / being methodical. - I just do stuff ... which causes trouble when I do programming
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Anything that requires strengths, stamina or coordination.
- Running ten meters to catch up with the bus has me breathing so hard I almost gag
and it seems no matter how long I am doing something, I never ever get any better (Really!)
My hand writing is barely readable (you might want an interpreter)
Planning / being methodical. - I just do stuff ... which causes trouble when I do programming
- Running ten meters to catch up with the bus has me breathing so hard I almost gag
and it seems no matter how long I am doing something, I never ever get any better (Really!)
My hand writing is barely readable (you might want an interpreter)
Planning / being methodical. - I just do stuff ... which causes trouble when I do programming
well i have gag reflex anyway check
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-- .html and CSS. (To the point I don't even care if there is a newer language for websites.)
-- Photoshop. Not. Even. Ever!
-- Anything that requires mechanical aptitude. To the point that I think 90% success rate for changing a light bulb is GREAT!
-- Speaking a cohesive sentence. (I can ramble until I get it all out, but rambling is required. And I have aphasia, so I'm thinking the word "dive" and understand its meaning, but am apt to say "divide" instead. Also happens in writing, but 50% of the time, if I proof it, I see what I did wrong, and the other 50% of the time, people think they're reading typos, so not as bad.)
-- Spacial awareness. Somewhere in having no sense of direction, having no ability to judge the difference between a foot and a yard, and having cocked-eyes, so I really don't get depth perception like most people, I can't, for the life of me, pick out a rug that would fit in my living room without counting the tiles in the ceiling. (Each tile is 2 feet by 2 feet, so I can count.) I had no idea I was going to hit that table walking by. I have no idea if a lamp will fit on a table, until I put it on the table. AND, I have no idea what I'm doing in my garden now that I've decided to rearrange it. (Container garden in a cement yard, so it can be rearranged.)
On the good side of this, I have the answer to one of your problems. I'm cocked-eyed. If I'm looking at you, only one eye is looking at you. The other is looking about 4 feet away from you (ceiling tiles helped me figure out how far again lol) to the left or right. So, even if I'm looking at you in the eyes, you're never really sure I am, so you can focus on the weirdness of my eyes, instead of having to deal with looking me in the eye. AND it will feel completely normal to me, because everyone gets busy trying to figure out where I'm looking until they figure that out about me. (I'm usually nice, and let the person know who I'm looking at/which eye I'm using if more than one person is in the room. lol)
-- Photoshop. Not. Even. Ever!
-- Anything that requires mechanical aptitude. To the point that I think 90% success rate for changing a light bulb is GREAT!
-- Speaking a cohesive sentence. (I can ramble until I get it all out, but rambling is required. And I have aphasia, so I'm thinking the word "dive" and understand its meaning, but am apt to say "divide" instead. Also happens in writing, but 50% of the time, if I proof it, I see what I did wrong, and the other 50% of the time, people think they're reading typos, so not as bad.)
-- Spacial awareness. Somewhere in having no sense of direction, having no ability to judge the difference between a foot and a yard, and having cocked-eyes, so I really don't get depth perception like most people, I can't, for the life of me, pick out a rug that would fit in my living room without counting the tiles in the ceiling. (Each tile is 2 feet by 2 feet, so I can count.) I had no idea I was going to hit that table walking by. I have no idea if a lamp will fit on a table, until I put it on the table. AND, I have no idea what I'm doing in my garden now that I've decided to rearrange it. (Container garden in a cement yard, so it can be rearranged.)
On the good side of this, I have the answer to one of your problems. I'm cocked-eyed. If I'm looking at you, only one eye is looking at you. The other is looking about 4 feet away from you (ceiling tiles helped me figure out how far again lol) to the left or right. So, even if I'm looking at you in the eyes, you're never really sure I am, so you can focus on the weirdness of my eyes, instead of having to deal with looking me in the eye. AND it will feel completely normal to me, because everyone gets busy trying to figure out where I'm looking until they figure that out about me. (I'm usually nice, and let the person know who I'm looking at/which eye I'm using if more than one person is in the room. lol)
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Seeing your avatar, I find your first one funny. I had a coworker named Cat who talked so fast it would take me a minute to catch up to everything she said. I was still working on it, when she said, "Well?"
Then I told her what I was doing. When I caught up, I could answer her. She seemed please that I didn't tell her to slow down, but there was always a long pause between what she said and how I answered. Felt like a roller coaster to everyone else, but it worked for us. lol
Then I told her what I was doing. When I caught up, I could answer her. She seemed please that I didn't tell her to slow down, but there was always a long pause between what she said and how I answered. Felt like a roller coaster to everyone else, but it worked for us. lol