Dyslexia was first in my thoughts. Dyslexia is why I was called stupid and labeled a slow learner in school. Dyslexia is why I struggled in school. Dyslexia is why I tell my story to a group of young students who are working hard to learn strategies that will help them be successful in school.
Identification and early intervention is the key in helping to overcome dyslexia. I am thankful that today, students with a learning disability have access to programs that help to teach phonic alphabetic coding, visual recognition, fluency, and reading comprehension. These key ingredients provide tools for managing dyslexia, and in developing positive self-esteem to help deal with the struggles of dyslexia.
Dyslexia is why students tell their story to me. Their inner struggles are the same, but expressed in their own personal manner. The feelings they express encourage me as I continue to write my own personal story. Putting their feelings in writing gives them encouragement to overcome and move forward with their own life.
One may say, Yes, I am dyslexic. I am determined. I am passionate. I am intelligent. I am successful. I will surge forward with clarity. I have a purpose in life. Dyslexia won’t keep me down.
Dyslexia is like a war that continually changes. I may win or I may lose. Failing my homework is like receiving an injury. Failing a test is like losing a soldier. Failing a final is like being taken prisoner. From time to time, I get pinned down under the spikes of dyslexia and go to the infirmary where I shut down. I try to build up my skills and fight back until dyslexia breaks its hold on me. I practice purposeful skills and continue to gain strength so I can defeat dyslexia’s army. The war of dyslexia is far from over. I am gaining skills. I am getting better. I will win.
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