ABSTRACT
Rebecca was no child when she was referred to our clinic. She was nineteen, but, as her grandmother said, ‘just like a child in some ways’. She could not find her way around the block, she could not confidently open a door with a key (she could never ‘see’ how the key went, and never seemed to learn). She had left/right confusion, she sometimes put on her clothes the wrong way – inside out, back-to-front, without appearing to notice, or, if she noticed, without being able to get them right. She might spend hours jamming a hand or foot into the wrong glove or shoe – she seemed, as her grandmother said, to have ‘no sense of space’. She was clumsy and ill-coordinated in all her movements – a ‘klutz’, one report said, a ‘motor moron’ another (although when she danced, all her clumsiness disappeared).
