Dyslexi A Short Story

“Say it with me ‘Pho-to-sin-the-sis’” my mom said. “Pho-to-sin-the-sis” I repeated. “Good! Now say it all together.” I could see the excitement on my mom’s face. I knew in this moment that I was going to make her proud. I opened my mouth, and it felt perfect as the complicated word departed. “Photothinsises!” I said with a large smile. I felt anger release from my body when I saw my mother's shoulders fall and tears collect in her blue eyes. “Okay, Ihle, let’s start with this.” My teacher pulled out a box of scrabble letters from the closet. She laid out the letters B, E, and D all in a row. I suddenly became terrified of what she was about to ask me to do. “I want you to change this to the word ‘Bad’ by only taking out one letter and adding

“You and dad were talking about how I had Dyslexia. Is it going to hurt?” I asked. “Sweetheart, Dyslexia is simply a learning disorder that you get from one of your parents. It makes it hard for you to read, write, and spell, but it doesn't mean you are any less smart than the other kids your age (U.S. Department of Health and Human Services). ” After I was diagnosed with Dyslexia, I had to start attending a school for children with learning disabilities. I had to completely relearn how to read, write and spell. They would make me do more kinetic activities to trigger the creative side of my brain, and this process would make it more simple for me to learn. My teachers taught me how to be able to properly deal with my dyslexia. I remember going to my regular elementary school, and being so excited to show off that I learned how to simply add, subtract, multiply, and divide in a new way. Although, my classmates thought my new method was harder and unnecessary, but it was how my brain worked. For example, most children were taught to subtract by counting backwards, but I understood it better by counting forwards. I finally enjoyed learning