That is not much of an excuse...

Apart from the inevitable frustration that people with any kind of disadvantage will constantly feel there are plenty of other gripes to consider. The biggest annoyance for me with Dyspraxia is that accusation that I use as an everyday excuse. While yes there have been times when it has been used as an excuse, the majority of the time I use it as the ultimate motivation. The words "Ben, you can't do that!" is the way to motivate this typing Dyspraxic (fast).

Proving people wrong and putting them very firmly back into their own perfect little world is the perfect tonic. I've had to fight all my life, from those early incubator days right through to the early thirties. If you are Dyspraxic please fight back and prove those good at everything idiots wrong.

Jealousy is a wasted emotion, Miss Jensen my Learning Support teacher, drummed this into me. It sits alongside guilt and the very worst human behavior violence. Try not to bother with any of those things. Just accept that sometimes the fight back will be a hare and a tortoise affair, a battle that will drag on and on.

Miss Jensen wisdom has served me well and on occasion has been vital in allowing me to swallow the bitter pill of watching friends go out with the woman you want. The advice here is troublesome because the problem is one that lives in a number of different human fragilities such as insecurity, lack of confidence, an innate self-awareness that your friends may be better, and maybe just realism.

Pragmatism for a Dyspraxic is a boring but effective word, one that is best mates with stoicism and a strong backbone. Being rejected is not altogether fun but I'm afraid that you, my coordination disaster of a friend, will have to get used to it. I shouldn't really tell you that it will be alright in the end or that there is someone out there for everyone. Mainly because I think this is happy-ever-after Hollywood nonsense.

However I can tell you that it does get easier, you have to learn from each rejection, analyse it and then move on. During the first 28 or so years of my life I was terrified of women, and looking back this was born out of feeling that Dyspraxia made me a weak choice for any self-respecting woman. Plus there was also the knowledge that the Dyspraxia was never going to radically improve and that its presence would always lurk on the margins. Causing persistent havoc in any long-term relationship.

The job situation in those early adult years did not help I know what people thought: 'That guy is really lazy' or 'He is simple'. Early adult jobs are all about coordination and as I regularly point out, I would make an appalling waitress and that is not just down to the fact that I'm a bloke.

People used to see me during long hot Alderney's summers trousers round ankles, sand on the face, and miss-shaven and wonder what went wrong. I would resist labelling people judgemental p---- as I can see why I might have been interpreted that way.

I've never hidden behind Dyspraxia that way and I would have loved to have had a proper stable summer job at a pub or supermarket. Would have loved the self-responsibility and the breaking away from parental purse strings that, that type of job brings. That however was never, never, never, never, ever.... going to happen. If you are like this just accept your limitations and try to laugh at the cynical ridicule. Stuff happens and people love to look down on Dyspraxics.

More positively the fight in you will only grow as people push you down and it will develop with a whole helping of rigid steel. Would you really ever truly be satisfied if everything was easy? Would you ever get that I've got right through university high? Would you ever appreciate a woman if you hadn't had to work for her approval?

I want to wrap this all up by talking about the Nonners, the people that don't have Dyspraxic, those people who band around words like an excuse or get out of free jail cards. Nonners you have it good and if you were to have Dyspraxia for one day you would moan for the rest of your life. So can you all f--- off and leave us, Dyspraxics, alone?

Right, I'm off to swim in the sea and prepare my latest fightback. We will all continue to prove you lot very wrong...