by Mrs B
I am thirty nine and mother to two grown up children. My first memory of being different was at reception aged five. While other children were learning the alphabet I was playing with play dough.
This continued into years 5 and 6 where things got ugly. MATHS, I will be forever grateful to Gary who patiently sat next to me and allowed me to copy his work every day for two years. I can still remember the feeling of nausea when Gary was absent, as these were the days I was punished for not working. Pure fear.
From senior school I have a record of every report that said I was a day dreamer. I remember doing it, I would enter the classroom sit by the window and stare out into another time and place until the bell rang.
I spent my entire life feeling stupid, thick and just unable to learn. I did however become a fantastic deceiver. That's how my life continued. I job jumped when ever I was asked to learn a new skill like working an electric till. Adulthood was so easy compared to school life.
When picking my daughter up from school a teachers helper pulled me aside and told me my daughter was dyslexic and I should contact a Una Dowling who would be able to confirm this. It only cost £30 back then to pay this wonderful woman a visit. She took my daughter away and when she came back she handed me a book. She did her little test on me saying I would need a proper test but from what she saw I was most probably dyslexic.
She answered my questions about insight. I am able to read situations and personality's better than I read books. The insight goes much further, if I didn't know better it could be seen as psychic ability's. But its not its just the amazing gift of dyslexia. I want to cure so many aspects of dyslexia except the best bits.