Disclaimer: The following write up is entirely subjective, what professionals would call anecdotal. If you're here, I figure you're interested in dyslexia, and if you've never met one, now you have.
Hooray for these writeups on dyslexia
. There are a lot of people like me
who have a mild form
of this difficulty
, not all cases are the worst extreme
. I'd like to tell how it has affected me
all my life.
The worst part
was knowing there was something different about me
, but not knowing what it was. Sometimes I felt so stupid
, I mean shouldn't a kid be able to remember his parents' birthdays
? And telling directions
to some one else, the joke got to be "Turn left, No your other left
". I know it seems that dialing the telephone
should be the easiest thing in the world, but once I turn away from the page with the numbers and try to punch them in to the telephone
, it some times takes 3 or 4 or more tries. Dialing a group of people on a phone list for me is torture
, and frustration
adds to the difficulty by accentuating the problems
. Even though I now type for my living, I can't touch type
. I can't remember the keys, I can type like crazy when I look at my fingers, and I have good hand eye coordination so I can get out my thoughts now. I cannot write in script. My printing is barely legible. Anyone who's read my writeups can attest to my spelling trouble
. The correct and the incorrect don't have enough difference between them for me to remember.
There are good things
about having this kind of brain
though. I did construction
for many years and there are a lot of people with the same kind of difficulties with language arts
in the manual arts
field. I can discuss at length detailed parts of things that don't exist yet. My partner and I were talking one day about the as yet unbuilt roof
, pointing up in to empty space and the home owner who was listening said "You guys can see things that aren't there!", but of course it was second nature to us.
My dad has it, he told me later in life. I have read it is more prevalent in men than women. I discovered what dyslexia was and that it affected me in my middle 20's. The revelation was staggering. I finally understood how my brain worked. I wasn't stupid or broken, just different, and I am too. I process information differently, I can't memorize on demand. I won't remember your name on the first try, ever unless or until something significant happens. I remember all the lyrics from my childhood music records, from age 2. I remember my big brother's Army serial number because I had to write on the letters I sent him as a kid, I have a hard time remembering my son's birth date. If an event only happens once a year, I can't get it to stick in there. Music makes it easier to remember things. I'm a whiz with the names of old long dead actors I saw in black and white movies, I can't remember the names of my children's classmates
. I am great at problem solving, answer divining, solution finding, if I put something out of sight, it's out of mind. I am glad there is more awareness in the schools
to help the little kids
not think they're stupid
My son made his 5's backwards for a long time. He holds the pencil funny, we never could get him to grip it like the other kids do. I wonder about him. He doesn't show any other outward signs so far. I still sometimes get the order of numbers or letters in words wrong. Knowing what's going on makes it a lot more tolerable.