I am sure this little portrait is not just right but it does have a rather cheeky face so I thought I would give it a try.
I do not know why, maybe it is because I post with spelling mistakes, but I got an email from the dyslexia society the other day. Normally such emails I would just cast into the bin, but on this occasion I could not resist reading it.
It took me back to my rather painful childhood. The hours I spent trying to do reading homework. My mother tried so hard but it became a nightmare. The book would go flying across the room as I failed for the twentieth time to read the few sentences I had to master.
Of course the next day i would sit in class with all my classmates dreading that I would be picked on to stand up and read.
The words just bounced around in front of me and anxiety just made it worse.
Writing was an even bigger disaster. I for some strange and wonderful reason would manage a few words and then the next few would be written mirror style. Or maybe just a few letters in a word usually e would end up the wrong way round.
To say I struggled was an understatement. I was marked down as, slow, lazy, thick and so on. No wonder at the earliest possible age I departed company with formal education.
It is amazing that later I began to write poetry and then hymns. That I went on to university and took an extra class in speed reading.
There I learned a great secret. Stop trying to read the words let your brain read them for you. Let me give you an example to play with for a few minutes before you start your day.
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