When I was growing up in the 60’s and 70’s no one knew ‘what was wrong with me’, there was no name, the school system just called me stupid. However I had one teacher, Mr Davidson, who let me take my tests orally and always gave me the extra time to let me understand I was not stupid but just that my brain worked a little differently – I now know that to be called ‘Dyslexia’.
From being in remedial classes to being one of the most successful people in my year – I’ve achieved all my dreams in life without ever getting an A (or B) at school.
I can thank Mr Davidson and my parents for always making me feel bright and that it was more the fault of the one style fits all grades school system rather than me.
I also remember crying to my dad “What am I going to do when I grow up, I can’t spell or write well” and he said “that’s what secretaries are for son”.
So please understand that, yes dyslexia is a hurdle, but it is not a wall to being whoever you dream of being.