And who ever decided this is a good word to label people who can’t spell, Thanks!!!
I’m going to dedicate this post to all those who have found countless spelling errors, words left out and just general grammar disasters. Here’s the deal, I do proof read. Like a thousand times. I’m DYSLEXIC. I either see no mistake, see a mistake, but don’t know how to fix it or my brain just shuts the words down completely. Like sometimes I don’t see words. No letters, nothing. I love to tell stories, but getting them in written form is nearly impossible at times. So I have decided that I need to write more. This is what my teachers made me do in school. They said it was exercise for my brain. My 7 year old self could only see my brain doing push-ups and flexing. And yes I giggled. I have to say this, my first grade teacher may have saved my life.
I’m no spring chicken. I grew up in the seventies. I also grew up in a very small town in Arkansas called Mena. Ron Howard is about to make a movie about the things that went down in my hometown. Woohoo. Drugs and guns. Anyways. So in the ’70’s it was thought that only males could have dyslexia. They knew it was a genetic disorder. But because girls develop and acclimate easier than boys, girls were slipping through the cracks. By first grade I could not say my A,B, C’s. The state testing labeled me mildly retarded. Yeah, that happened. But my first grade teacher luckily had had my brother in her class before I came along. Being genetic he was also dyslexic. Imagine that. Only he had a different form. He had the flipping the letters kind. One of the easiest forms to diagnosis. Lucky me had the kind that makes you look mildly retarded. You see I don’t always see letters in my head. It goes all blank. The more stress the less likely I will ever see them. Talk about stress getting up in front of the class for a spelling bee. Nightmare.
But in steps Ms. Emerson. She took me to the resource teacher and I blew them out of the water with my math skills, my science, my social studies and I had some mad puzzle skills. I was brilliant, ok I was just really smart. My teacher urged the resource teacher to test me for dyslexia and she did. She was blown away. Sadly the state did not recognize that I in fact had it, but my teacher played the system and got me the help I needed. Thank God I had these forward thinking teachers. There was a lot of grumbling about men and their telling us what is what. I was in resourc classes up till 6th grade. I got called stupid a lot and it really did a number on my self esteem, but I could read. I was in normal classes. I graduated. I went to college. The Navy took me and gave me a job. I married and raised kids. I run a farm. Teachers have a hard job and I am truly thankful to those two ladies. I also have to give props to my mom. She bought me books that I loved and allowed me to read them over and over again. She also bought me comic books, which developed my inner Geek. And for all those who thought it was only a guy thing, my mom has dyslexia, hers is similar to mine. My mom holds several degrees and she never stops reading. My daughter, she has it too. The Girl has the exact same form as me. I was able to help her navigate the world of words. She is a brilliant young lady.
As far as the farm and dyslexia, well I have to double check and triple check when reading meds. But really it doesn’t affect me at all. Only when I try to write about the day to day stuff and then well you guys can figure out what I’m trying to say most of the time. I still have a great passion for reading. I don’t do as much as I would like. It really does help keep the connection between my eyes and my brain working good. And writing helps to. I’m no Steinbeck, but I do like to share things.
Katie and I can’t stop dreaming of the future of the farm. I dream of a teaching farm. I dream of children, adults and the elderly coming to learn about a simpler life. In the near future I will be returning to school. My goal is to get a degree in sustainable agriculture and be able to teach. I already have a BS. I was on track to be a physical science teacher working with special needs kids. Still a passion of mine. Maybe we can work that in there too.
So be kind when you read my post. I hope you all have a great week.