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I have the same problem, I have tiny hands but I'm really clumsy, especially when I'm around other people or a new person.
Supposedly many of us have "dyspraxia", which is a fancy way of saying "you are clumsy". Some people are severe enough that it gets in the way of even speech because the wires aren't connecting right from the brain to the body. Most of us simply are butterfingered and often offer human sacrifices to gravity. But you know, it takes true talent to trip over a flat surface!
My hand-eye coordination is normal, but I have bad coordination otherwise. So I can thread a needle, play the game "Operation", just don't ask me to dance or play a musical intrument. I'm not very good at typing either. I also have difficulties locking and unlocking doors, with zips, using a touchpad on my phone. I was late to learn to ride a bike, and had problems with handwriting. I never managed to learn cursive writing. I was at best average at sports. For me, country dancing was the worst possible thing because I had bad coordination, hated touching or being in close contact with a dancing partner, couldn't learn the steps or keep the rhythm. I've been told in the past that I walk funny - but that could just mean that I don't walk in a feminine way. I often drop things too, but I don't know if I drop things more than neurotypical people usually do.
This can be annoying for my hands are really small and yet, doing small, delicate things etc, I am so clumsy. I feel that I am all fingers and thumbs and just really heavy handed.
Wonder if this is an aspie thing?
You would have been a godsend at lambing time on my farm, all the local girls had large hands which are useless in trying to turn a breach birth.
It's wise to wear bubblewrap when I'm around. I execute my infamous Triple Klutz on completely flat surfaces. I grew up walking "like a farmer," until a few years of mobility classes schooled my gait... until I am distracted or tired, and again walk like Bigfoot. My penmanship has been worked on such that my signature is fine, but my writing in general is hieroglyphs.
My fear is that a man will ask me to a steakhouse for a first date. Using a knife and fork with stubborn determination, I once launched a sizzling hunk of porterhouse into the occupied booth behind me.