It is 1970 and I have just started school. Excited and a bit nervous, with my new school bag over my shoulders, I walk in to meet my new friends. In the class room our teacher is checking who can read and write and we are then divided into two groups. Today I am asked to go up to the blackboard to write my name. I know how to do this and I confidently walks to the front of the class. M-i-c-H-a-E-l. There it is. The teacher frowns and I hear giggles from my classmates. I know it is correct and understand nothing.
A couple of years later I am asked to stand in front of the class reading from a book. The letters dance in front of me and it looks like they are jumping around, changing positions. I stutter when I read and have to take it slowly. Again, says the teacher. Again and again. My classmates are laughing even harder. The letters are like ants crawling around the page.
Did I get broken? No, but I got tough. I became one of the boys at the back of the class room, not wasting too much time learning things. Today I know what caused the problem - Dyslexia. In many ways children are better off today because the help and understanding is there. Me today - I am so happy that I can listen to books instead of reading them!
A couple of years later I am asked to stand in front of the class reading from a book. The letters dance in front of me and it looks like they are jumping around, changing positions. I stutter when I read and have to take it slowly. Again, says the teacher. Again and again. My classmates are laughing even harder. The letters are like ants crawling around the page.
Did I get broken? No, but I got tough. I became one of the boys at the back of the class room, not wasting too much time learning things. Today I know what caused the problem - Dyslexia. In many ways children are better off today because the help and understanding is there. Me today - I am so happy that I can listen to books instead of reading them!
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