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I was supposed to sometime in Junior High- 7th or 8th grade- which would have been early 1980s. I decided I was getting my period that day because I knew I would not make it one inch up the rope, and that it would also involve my gym teacher screaming at me in front of everyone. I had already deal with years of humiliation during any task requiring arm strength. It was during the six-week period that we worked on gymnastics, which was a complete horrorshow for this dyspraxic. We learned forward roll (which I could just about do), cartwheels (failed), handovers (failed), rings (failed), rope (didn't participate), and a few other floor moves that I don't remember.
Thank heavens they let me sub marching band for my PE credits in high school. Though, I didn't march either, I was sidelined because I could not stay in step. Dyspraxia is a bitch.