December – and so it continues!
Blimey almost two hundrerd views on the first blog with so much positive feed back. If I am honist I just thought that only my mum would read it! So thank you to every one that took the time and effort to try and understand my spelling.
I could imagin my old school English teacher reading it and geting out the dreaded red pen correcting the spelling and gramma. There was alot of red pen during my time at school, to the point that my work might as well have been a colouring in book!
The memorie game!
Talking about mum’s. My mother is one of the most descriptive persons known to man. To the point that she could write a S/A on the subject of describing a cheese sandwich. In this respect we could not be more difrent, the worlds most descriptive person vs the worlds least descriptive person with the addded factor that when it comes to retaining large amounts of information my brain might as well be a siv!
So anyway, whilst taking her to lunch in the car, she started telling me a story of something that happend at her work, I kid you not 3 minuets into the story and being bombarded with information, I was alrady lost. In the end I just started to larth because I had forgotten the first part of the story! This is a common issue in my life which has caused me no end of poblems. Best tip I have found for lessions or exams is using mind maps or what use to be called brain storms.
The Pirate Dyslexic
So if you read my last blogg you may remember the story about the purple glasses. Well this was not the only triel / experiment placed on me at primary school. Another test was conducted because some expert belived that my issues were caused because one of my eyes was weaker than the other which was causing me to jumble up all the words on a page. The grand idea was to cover one eye so it would make the other stronger, which in theory should sort the issue out. So at primery school again with all my friends thinking that I was abit strange following my purple glasses incident, I was then issued a pair of glasses with one lense blacked out. They then changed there mind and I was given an eye patch! Yes a real eye patch as in one that made me look like a Pirate!!! I actualy think that someone didnt like me. I had to wear this a few hours a day even in class with all the other kids. Does this even happen anymore because if you are reading this and your job is to come up with great ideas to improve peoples dyslexia, then I can tell you now that purple glasses and eye patches are not the answer!!!!
The online dating game
Im sure most of you are aware of the whole online dating / tinda larkey. Well as I found out this combined with being dyslexic can be a nightmear combination. From a young age I was with a childhood sweet-hart which im sure all my friends would confirm that I was head over heals with her for for nearly 10 years!
But sadly all good things come to an end in this case and I ended up geting abit hurt. For a good couple of years I went from happy and smiley sam to not so bothered anymore Sam. I hated christmas, valintines day and anything that reminded me of the past. Sooo some of my friends decided that the only way to kick me up the bum was to sign me up on tinda. This is a dating app which you put your picture up on there site and in return they show you losts of pics of females who you you swip right for yes (you would like to talk to them) or left for no you dont want to talk to them but both have to swip right to chat. Well at fist my right and left co ordination was rubish so I was swiping no to people who I realy didnt want to swip no to!!!
following that people write little bits about them selfs so you can see there intrests ect. Some people put on there that they know the difrence between your and youre meaning no simple people or slang talk. I was like great how the hell am I going to convince people that I am normal and that I just cant spell! So the app was on my phone and eventaly when I got a match I had to chat to the person. To do this I had to type the message out on my laptop and then re type it on my phone! what a pain! no joke online dateing is twice as hard being dyslexic. In the end I just gave up and went free style on my phone! what a bad idea – I got ask things like “are you really 29 as your spelling is like a 5 year old!! or my favourit one “are you drunk!” These are issue that im sure loads of dyslexic people have on a daily basis. Luckerly I have meet a lovley girl (not on tinda) who doesnt mind my terible spelling!! Although when we first started dating I did have to type the messages out on my Laptop which I did for a while as I thought she was a keeper!
Special needs continued
So I think that I got to the point last month about me being pulled out of the Wednesday lesson of PE and had to attend a class called special needs instead. Well on that day after traverling up from the lower school I walked up the stairs and through the blue door into this unknown class. I was greated by a nice older lady who seemed very friendly but maby abit over happy. There was another lad in the class who seemed nice and who I got on well with as the class went on. Basicly the class was all about learning stuff that maby you would learn at primary school such as prounansiations, basic spelling, silent letters (I hate silent letters!!!!!!) and Kicking K’S. Although they did plough us with tea and biscuits as a sweetner! but I always thought that this was a bit counter productive in the sence of they took me out of Phyisical education and then fattend me up on choclate hobbnobs.
I guess in away it was only to help me but I hated the fact that I had to be seperated just because I was considerd difrent, which made me feel difrent. Alot of my stories sound like jokes but they actualy happend which when I look back on makes me hope that this is not happerning to some one now.
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