i did refer to it as our nausea

I have Dyslexia and I am proud.

I was made to believe when I was younger, being diffrent wasn’t really a good thing. You had to look like everyone else, talk like everyone else, think like everyone else. That’s just what was acceptable in society. 

I was 5 years old when I started school. I was like every other kid, scared yet excited to be starting school. As time went on, I realized I didn’t learn the same way the other kids did. Most of them were already able to read full sentances fluently, yet I was stuck at every other word. The other kids would sinker whenever it was my turn to read. I thought it was my eyes at first. I constently asked my dad if I could get glasses. I never told him the true reason why I wanted them. I was afraid of what he would think.

When I would get the yearly checkups, the doctor told me I had 20/20 vision and there was no reason for me to have them. The devistated me. Now I started to belive I was infact, a stupid kid. When I bearly passed the grades, I found it harder and harder to read. When I was in 5th grade, my classmates were already readng novles while I could bearly read small childrens books. Now instead of quiet snikers, there was banterous laughter everytime I was called on to read something out loud.

This is what a normal sentence looks like to you at a first glance.

Tish is waht a nromal sntance loks like to me at a frist glsnce.

I’m not exaggerating when I write that. That is what a small sentence would look like to me. That was the reason why I felt like I was stupid. Because I couldn’t read properly, I wasn’t motivated in school. I was in very general classes. I was placed in some classes with kids who really did classify as mentally challenged. Not saying that it was a bad thing, but back then it lowered myself esteem to rock bottom.

You wanna know something funny? I still read the mixed up sentence better then the one above. It’s just what my brain can process. It wasn’t until @purrtlepuff made me take a test on the internet. When I was 18 years old I discovered I had Dyslexia. 

I learned this 13 years to late.

13 long years I had convinced myself I was stuipd, I was worthless, I was nothing. All because my brain mixed up letters on a page. So when I did research on Dyslexia, I descovered some intresting things.

We are offten refered to as, dumb, lazy, unmotivated, “not trying hard enough.”

That’s not the case at all.What people don’t seem to understand is we get sick from trying to read. Our brains can’t comprehend that muh of information as fast as we want, making it overload itself and our bodies. Sometims we get head aches, nausea, or we loose focus because our brain can’t do it all at once.

This is what happened to me, and I still get headaches if I read/write too long. I felt so relived to find out that I wasn’t stupid after all. My brain just processes things a little diffrently then others. It makes me imperfect. And you know what?

THAT’S OKAY!

There are so many other things I am good at! Editing, game design, Acting, singing. They’re all encluded to the long list of what Dyslexic people are good at. I am unique. No one can take it away from me. It’s who I am and I intend on embracing it. It’s made me stronger and it gives me a reason to push for my passions.

If you have Dyslexia...

YOU ARE NOT STUPID, YOU ARE NOT LAZY, YOU ARE NOT INFERIOR TO OTHERS!

Don’t let anyone else say other wise!

If they do, just write a sentance backwards and then make them read it fluently. Then they’ll think twice.

~ Mama Scribb