One of the things my parents did when I was growing up: When they learned that there was a famous person with dyslexia, they would make sure I knew all about it. I think it was their way of letting me know there are successful dyslexics out there. In a way it made me feel … of all things… I cant believe I am going to say it…”SPECIAL”. (In a good way for once!) I use to think as a kid that we were all related some how… All the dyslexics had something that bound us. It’s what made me feel different than the other kids ,in a good way. For once I didn’t feel that I wasn’t smart enough or that I was retarded. I felt like I was part of a different type of people. Like we had some kind of genetic bond.
I was diagnosis Dyslexic after I flunked kindergarten of all things…They realized I wasn’t reading anything when I was “reading” my stories out loud in class.
I just rememberd the words that someone would read to me while I look at the picture on the page… then later I connected the words to that picture on the page… But the individual words or letters meant nothing to me, I couldn’t decode that … but I could connect the words to a picture.
So they held me back, and they “tested” me. It turns out: I don’t test well at all… (an understatement). I took these tests over and over again, getting lower scores each time, Let me say that again…the same tests over and over again… and my grade kept dropping lower and lower.So of course I was labeled with “Special”, “Learning Disabled”or my favorite… “Educationally Retarded”…Thank You Child Study Team
To be more specific they ended up with a textbook case of Dyslexic… (And why is a disability for reading and spelling spelled so dam weird?)
So that helped me when I was feeling like an outcast and stupid when other kids could pick things up so easily. So I want to continue that tradition… I want to highlight a fellow Dyslexic as much as I can… I would love to hear your stories of how you were using your Dyslexic skills to get by… we are tricky learners…
Greg Louganis; American author and Olympic diver Born: January 29, 1960 For gold medal winner Greg Louganis, the discovery of his dyslexia came rather late. I didn’t know about dyslexia until I was a freshman in college. I knew I had trouble reading, but I didn’t know what that problem was, so when everyone was calling me stupid, moron, retard and all that, I thought they were right. I thought that was the reason I couldn’t read. When you’re a kid growing up…you know that you’re different; you’re often teased and it can really destroy your self-esteem. But sports can be great for building self-esteem. I’ve learned at the book signings that everyone has obstacles. I hope my story will help anyone who is facing adversity, especially young people.