My Journey with Dyslexia
I’ve been meaning to write this for some time, and it isn’t going to be quick for me. This is my personal story. It is a much different story than others with dyslexia but perhaps it may help someone else in some way. The more I learn about dyslexia and how the brain works, and looking back to my early years, I suppose there were signs. My Grandma may have been the first to notice anything. She was a librarian in a middle school and sometimes I would get to go with her to work and help out in the library. One time, I don’t remember how old I was, she gave me the task of helping to retrieve books off the shelves. She wrote the call numbers on a slip of paper and sent me to find them. More than once I came back saying the book wasn’t there. After a couple times of going through the shelves with me, she realized I was transposing the numbers and looking in the wrong place. She spent time with me trying different strategies, covering the numbers with my finger and un...