Writing with dyslexia
certainly makes it interesting and challenging. Just the fact that it makes
writing a bit more difficult I work even harder to not just compensate for it
but to not let it slow me down.
Dyslexia is different
everyone and the severity is also different almost like the flu. Not everyone
has all the same problems however it’s called the same thing. My problems with
is that I transverse numbers and letters. Reading concepts are also a bit
difficult and I have to pay a lot of attention otherwise I totally miss the
whole point. However when I speak with a person I don’t have problems
understanding what they say.
I love the fact that
there is spell check and the keyboard already has the keys set the right way
for me or myself and an editor would take so much more time just correcting the
direction or which letter I actually meant to use in its proper place.
I’ve always had an
above reading level but then it helps my parents helped teach me not only how
to read but also to make it easier for myself. Personally I find following each
letter and memorizing which side the bumps on certain letters are facing.
Going through school
was incredibly difficult for me, especially since no one caught this or they
might have been able to help teach me much better. One particular situation happened
in grade School that made me more determined than ever. It gave me the drive to write more on my own
and work hard to make my dream happen.
We had been assigned to
write to pen pals and she had given mine to my best friend. I still respect my
friend then and now. Unfortunately we’ve lost contact but I see her every so
often. She’s the person I always thought if there was something she wanted, she
could accomplish anything she set her mind to.
When my friend was
handed my pen pal I was told I had horrible writing and no one would be able to
understand it. Then I dealt with something worse than just a teacher picking on
me, being rude or not helping when I asked for it.
I had a teacher abuse
her position. She asked me why couldn’t I be more like my friend? Then she proceeded
to tell me that an education was wasted on me since my parents were not
planning on sending me to college. That I would end up living under a bridge
pregnant as a hooker. She had to be the worst person, teacher I had ever dealt
with as a child. I was more determined than ever to prove her wrong. I’ve
started two companies with my husband, had 3 amazing kids, going to college
even though it’s a bit late in life and I’ve had 3 books published through
Center One Publishing.
I do want to make it
clear, I don’t hate teachers. There are some really nice teachers that I’ve
met, unfortunately most were not mine. Since becoming an adult and starting
college I’ve met two amazing mentors and feel fortunate to have them.
I owe my parents a lot.
Even though they knew I was having problems they taught me by example rather than
text book. I needed something different to get the point. I was very self-motivated
and during this time took several non-credit courses through the college. My parents
removed me from public school and enrolled me in a private school.
As much as I hated
school I wound up enrolling myself in college years later. This one done for
one main reason. I never expected my kids to do something I hadn’t. I tried my
best to teach them by example also. If I’m going to expect them to go to
college then I need to go myself.
No matter how difficult
something is, if you have the desire, passion and drive then only you can hold
yourself back. I wasn’t given money to start anything; I’ve paid for everything
I’ve earned. I stayed away from credit cards. My first marriage I was hit
financially and wound up declaring bankruptcy. Even with an emotional breakdown
I’ve still managed to steer my life and make it better. My main point is enjoy life
while you have it and don’t keep talking about regrets. Find out what it takes
to get where you want and do it. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get
there. I’m very determined to be happy and not let anything, finances or anyone
hold me back!
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