One thing I find most frustrating is that I can't write or print anymore. I feel this must be a language function as I can crochet and do other things that require fine motor skills. I can't even sign my name like I used to. We work crossword puzzles (with pencil in a book) each night and no matter how carefully I try to print the words legibly, it is hard, if not impossible, to read the letters later. Last year I practiced writing and could "draw" the letters with concerted effort, but it was a chore and, it was not my handwriting. I have always been one to take a lot of notes when listening--I guess I am a kinetic learner. You can imagine my dismay when I couldn't jot down notes and scripture references during a Bible class or sermon. I have always liked to make lists and write cards and letters by hand. Somehow making to do lists, printing envelopes and cards, and keeping a calendar on the computer just doesn't seem natural. Necessity will change old habits, I suppose.
The last two days, I tried my hand at coloring a picture. I started off with map pencils which work well for the small spaces. The problem came with trying to sharpen them--the lead was broken in the pencils, it seems. So I had to change to crayons and use a different brown color. The blue Z's showed better with the original brown background. It was not so easy to get in the small spaces with the crayon either. I was happy with end result though. I was able to stay in the lines! It was a strain, but I did it. I think I relaxed and didn't hold the pencil or crayon quite so tightly the second day. Perhaps handwriting practice at least several times a week would be helpful? Another positive was that I was able to draw somewhat of a circle (blue) around the picture. I intend to color it all in tomorrow and make a colored background.
Here is the picture I've been working on:
Here's some of my writing. It is done holding the pen very tightly and takes a lot of effort--like a little child learning to write. My penmanship was never outstanding, but this is so frustrating!
This just one aspect of living with Ataxia.