You may have guessed from the title of this blog I’m dyslexic
and can never tell the difference between the words Diary or Dairy – when reading
them or writing them. So why have I decided to create this blog I hear you ask?
Well like many others out there (it might even be you reading this) I wasn’t diagnosed
as dyslexic until the grand old age of 21 and just about to leave university,
now in my mind 30’s I’ve decided that there’s nothing I can do about, I’ll
never be the best speller or reader or have confidence to express my views in social
spaces. I’ve spent many days and night struggling to do what comes normal to
others, and feel at times it holds me back. I’ve experienced many different emotions
from anger, fear and weakness through to full on anxiety attacks. I always try
to hide how I’m feeling, put a mask on so others don’t see this side of me –
well now I’ve decided it’s time to face this head on and write about it – YES write!
And not in a private journal but a public space.
What your read here will just be me talking about whatever
comes to mind – as I’m severely dyslexic its part of me. I can’t switch it off
(although at times I wish I could), so its little traits pop up regularly
during my day. I’ll make no apologies for any spelling or grammar mistake you
read here – I do enough of that daily, so this space will be me, faults and
all. I don’t intend for this blog to be negative, dyslexia is part of me, yes it
makes things difficult but it can also make you view things differently. Happy
reading!
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