Written: Sunday, 24. July 2005
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The reason I write my notes on this site is as I have said before, I am
dyslexic, and I find it easier to get my thoughts down in text.
You will probably find that my sentences are a bit odd to read or contain spelling mistakes.
I try to spell check but sometimes I miss words or select the wrong word to replace the incorrect word.
The structure of my sentences may give you an idea how my thoughts are produced.
Often the problem with having dyslexia is that people do not understand that you see the world differently. People will compare themselves (being so called normal) to those with dyslexia. Dyslexia if often referred to the hidden disability. Indeed dyslexia is a disability. The difference being that visually you seem the same as all the other normals, and so you get the same expectations as normal people have.
One of the most significant aspects of dyslexia is extremely poor memory. An example being something as simple as being asked to buy three items. For me, unless I write it down I will be lucky to remember 1 item.
A another example is being told directions. For me I will only remember the last part.
So you can understand when I was in school how people thought I was simply stupid when I was unable to remember things and would always score badly in tests.
By the way I have a degree so I am not that thick.
I was not diagnosed for dyslexia until I went to college, until then I was just considered thick and would be placed in the classes for the thick kids. In fact sometimes I was separated on my own do just do silly puzzles.
This is the dilemma. At school I was bright, yet could not do the work. Its an odd feeling. I suppose the best example like being told by everybody that your blind even though you can see perfectly. After a while you will believe them and become convinced your blind. So I soon was convinced I was thick. In fact I found some lessons pointless.
But I did find I could learn facts. No, I do not mean facts such as dates of battles or the names of parts of plants, these I soon forgot. But the facts I learnt were how and why things became or worked. For me I could visualize this and would spend time thinking about it. I learnt to think.
But this is jumping forward a bit. I think its important to see how I thought at an early age.
Dyslexia was not a problem to me until a few years into primary school. It was math's that I first found problems. I was given a handful of coins and asked to add them up. I found this impossible as I could not understand why the 2p was worth less than the 10p. You see the 2p was a larger coin than the 10p so it made sense to me the 2p should be worth more. As such I could not for years understand the relation to the coin size to the value of the coins. Even today I find it hard to handle coins. Its one reason I use a switch card. Sometimes I will just stare at coins as even now they look meaningless.
Now this led to an interesting event. You see the teacher in my class would allow you to go play once you finish your work. And as I had no understanding of most of the lessons I would just scribble any old junk down, hand it to her, get lots of red marks and was allowed to go play. Now while all the other kids would be working hard, I would be playing in the changing room with this girl. The thing was she would strip off. Thus begun my realization that I did have one talent in life and that was the ability to get women to take there cloths of for me.
A few years later I went to middle school. Again I had not much interest in schoolwork, but I still had fun at school.
At this point my dad had got married and I moved in with him and his new wife (who was fit). Until then I had been living with my Nan.
As both my dad and step mom worked, I would stay after school with a family near my middle school. Now at this house they had a daughter (I think she was older than me), she used to also strip off. For some reason I must have an affect on women.
But the best thing was my step mom. She would take me to the swimming baths. I used to tell her I was too scared to go change in the men's changing room, so she would take me into the woman's. Wow. I would just spend my time looking around. It was open planed and when we went it was full of 20 year olds. I was in a room full of sexy naked wet 20 year old women. I loved every second. The best bit was when we were in the showers. I would be stood inches away from sexy wet woman covered in soap. Yes these were the best days of my life.
In high school, I found that the girls were a bit more prudish. No matter these were the days of vhs. This was before -bleep- films (R18) became legal. I used to rent out pirated vhs -bleep-, using my mates video to record them on. Great days.
Around this time I got a BBC B computer. It changed my life. You see I could now type stuff and the computer spell checked it. This was fantastic.
As time went on I got a PC and eventually got on the internet. Now I get woman to strip for me all the time. Nothing beats having some fit 20 year old strip off for you.
So how did I get a degree.
Well at school I managed to get a few GCSE's over at a C level or better. My first main job was working in a soil testing place. Man did it suck. I used to phone in sick all the time. It was so dull.
Anyway one day some of us w re chatting, and we said this job sucks, lets go to college. I agreed (not meaning it). I must have applied to a college (I still do not remember doing it)., and got an interview.
At the interview there was a fit babe. Man was she hot. So I thought college equals hot babe
. So I told the chap a lot of guff about wanting to get in (all I was thinking was babes).
Well I got in. And it was not full of babes. Anyway, had fun for two years. I did ok as it was all assignments, so no exams. I passed. Someone suggested to go to university, I said ok (not expecting to get in). So I applied.
And yes I got in. it was full of babes of all types, Goths, punks, Asian, and so on. It was great. Only problem is they expected you to study and work hard. Anyway I passed. So I ended up with a degree. I never meant to.
So that’s me. A randy little sod with dyslexia.