When I was in elementary school I was diagnosed as being, “slightly dyslexic.” They were a bit confused because I could read, though spelling and math was difficult for me. Letters and numbers liked to go to the wrong places. Words didn’t always behave when I was reading but I’d somehow learned to compensate for that early on. School was very difficult for me and I believed that I was stupid, though my parents and others told me differently. This past September, I wrote this poem about what dyslexia is like for me. I thought that I’d reblog it.
Because it’s a concrete poem the formatting is messed up in the little bit that you see below. When you click to view the original post everything is readable. 🙂