This blog is work in progress, yet publishing it.
Being a teacher herself, she could understand.
It is her understanding and acceptance which lead me to never feel anything odd in myself. Ofcourse I struggled to do things and express myself in words. But that didn't stop me from doing what I wanted.
She did try to assist me to decipher each word to understand the meaning. Maybe it helped me to some extent.
I was always called lazy as people felt I didn't take effort to learn.
I wish I could explain them, but then that was beyond me.
I wish I could pick up new language as others do. I know I can but it goes through its own slow process.
The school classified me as slow learner and they let me do whatever I enjoyed doing. There were teachers who understood me and there were teachers who ridiculed me.
In college some teachers would consider me vernacular due to my spelling errors.
There are drawbacks being a dyslexic and unable to express myself.
At the same time I feel I see world differently than others do.
Fido dido - Normal is boring!
For those who are dyslexic like myself, Just know that you are perfectly imperfect!
