When I was five years old, my educational pathway changed. My parents could not understand why I was able to sing the alphabet song but not recognize individual letters. Shortly after, I went through a series of evaluations that concluded one thing: I was dyslexic. Being dyslexic has changed and challenged me in many ways. I may not have realized it during my earlier years, but learning would not come easily for me. Learning is still a challenge; I battle with it daily. When I learn, I put forth masses of effort into retaining information rather than memorizing facts. I do not think of myself as “disabled,” but as someone who has to work harder to learn. Dyslexia is not just an educational challenge for me, it also bring with it social obstacles. One of my worst fears is reading out loud in front of my class. Words often do not feel natural to me as I speak them Every time I walk in class or even raise my hand, I feel as though my peers will judge me if I am mistaken. I fear that my peers and friends will find me unintelligent and scorn me. When someone asks me what it is like to be dyslexic, the best answer I have been able to fathom is to imagine a cabinet filled with files with no labels and …show more content…
You can feel that being should not be something to be ashamed of and freely tell people, or be concerned that others will considers you unintelligent. I have found that after informing someone, it is followed by empathy or curiosity. I have been asked if it affects me in school, if I am able to read, and if it is contagious. But my personal favorite was a from a good friend of mine, she looked me square in the eye and asked if that meant I was a demigod like the characters from the popular Percy Jackson book series. I have learned that honest is the best policy, but not everyone needs to know. I have mainly have told my friends or people who appear to have misconceptions about