I loved this essay. This paragraph brought back so many memories. I'm blessed (or cursed? Perhaps a better word?) with a tendency to rush my words on the blank page. The resulting mess is the product of words moving at 100mph in my brian. My hand's never been able to catch up.

I was prescribed (seriously, it was thought of as a condition back when I was in Year 1) calligraphy exercises when little. Even now, when I type, I have to go back and edit. My hands can never move as fast as my brain.

I loved the occupational therapist's name. Nominative determinism at its best. :-)