I
suffered visual spatial processing problems my whole life, as well as slow
auditory processing. As I was bright, I compensated well enough and problems
were never picked up. Nevertheless, I felt dumb and my family thought I was
dumb.
In
my youth, I took years of dancing, mostly jazz. In class, you learn a dance
routine taught in sequential small sequences. By the end of the class, the
students are joyfully dancing away, the steps learned and automatic. My brain
did not translate what the teacher’s feet were doing into my feet and I had
great difficulty learning even a small sequence. By the end of the class, I was
still struggling to figure it out and each step took effort. Needless to say, I
never made it to Broadway.
At
age 60, I became an avid painter and painted virtually daily for hours. I
painted mostly from my imagination and without formal training and it would
often take me months to finally get a face to look like a face, as I
continually reworked the shape, mouth, nose and eyes. Six years after I started
painting, I began Zumba classes. Amazingly, I picked up the steps immediately
as the teacher demonstrated and danced away! No lag. No effort. All the hours
spent figuring out space on a small canvas had grown loads of brain highways
that rewired the visual cortex in my brain and greatly improved my visual
spatial processing.
The
idea that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks proves false. Granted,
neuroplasticity doesn’t happen overnight. You must persist, persist, persist.
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