Getting Engaged Dyslexic style

 

Hey People, Sorry I havent blogged in a while, been so busy smashing up my house and trying to rebuld it, revising for an exam (hate exams!!), christmas and ended up getting engaged  so its been a busy few months.

I want to let you know how stressfull it is being dyslexic and trying to plan the perfect time / place to ask you girlfriend to marry you.

I thought it was just a case of getting down on one knee and putting a ring on her finger (left one aprently) and if she says yes all good and if she said no then that could be a huge misjugment and very embarising.

So it all started a few months before christmas when I realised that lauren (my girlfriend) was defantly a keeper. Well no actually I knew that a long time ago but I relised that I wanted to spend my life with her as we have so much fun and it feels so right.

 

So decided that the big question was defantly on the card. First thing that I thought I needed to sort was when to do it. This was are second christmas together to thought it would be a nice idea to do it around then.

Next location….. hmmm one of my friends did it  on the sofa at home whilst watching TV and another did it at the pub in Devon following his partner mentioning it. Now Lauren is laid back but Im not sure the sofa or the pub would cut the mustered on this one!

 

Lon story short I got it in my head that Ice skatting on Christmas eve in london would be a good idea at summerset house with the huge tree, lights and amazing setting. First problem – I CAN NOT SKATE!!!!!! I looked it up and aparently you can get huge plastic penguins to push to help you stand up.

Next problem – booking tickets and trying to get it off work. Very stressfull and to top it off the train drivers were all going on strike! I thought at this point that the plan was all over!!! So before even booking it off work and checking the strike days – I just booked it off!!

 

Luckerly The train drivers took note of my quick email to there unions saying “Dear sir, please don’t strike christmas day, I am planning on asking my girlfriend to marry me and if she says no and you cancil my train then I would have had a really bad day!!!”

 

So I booked every thing and got it off work. Next step the ring!!!! Where do you start. The most I know about rings are they are round. So many types!!!! And how much do you spend. The internet said three times your wages!!!!! Really???? I think google was having a lath so divided it by 2.

Luckerly a guy from work’s sister worked at a jury shop and she really helped. The only propble was ring size. HOW THE HELL DO YOU FIND THAT OUT. My friend gave me a ring sizer which I was going to try and do it in laurens sleep. I was all ready to do it but chickend out just before.

Luckerly Lauren had another family ring that she needed sizing so I went along and listended to the result. On going back to see the jury laady she said that if the ring was sized on the opersite finger to the ring finder it would be one size smaller if that was her dominant hand. I just agreed and went with that.

 

Anyway Im ramberling abit so straight to the day. D-DAY. Cought the train with no issues had a lovley day in the big smoke (london) and finaly got to the skate rink. WOW looked amazing, huge tree and sumerset house was lit up amazingly.

Go one the ice after putting my size 12 skates on and did a final check to see if the ring was still in my pocket. Ha that  would have been something I would of done, forget the ring!!! But no it was there so it was go go go.

At that point I just remembered I cant Skate!!!! And there was no penguine to help!!!! So I resorted to the ICE shuffel. Its that way when you move you feet about 10 cm a time so your feet are moving quickly back and fourth but your not actualy moving.

After three laps I thought , right now or never. I shuffeled over to one of the people in high viz who were picking people like me off from off the floor and said “I need your help Im going to ask my GF to marry me can you take photos” I told lauren that we were having a pic by the tree and turned to get the ring out. Could I get it out of my top pocket!!! No!! Finaly I pulled it out held it in my and and the genraly slipped and fell on my knee. Bloody hurt. How ever she came to help me up and I opened the box and asked her.

 

 

Litraly every one on the ice ring (200+) stopped and cheered!! One guy was going so fast that when he saw what was going on he crashed into someone that was clapping!!!

AND….. I got a yes!!!!

Probably the most stress ful thing I have ever done but one of the most rewarding and I am very lucky.

You maybe asking yor self, what does this have with dyslexia. Well it took a lot of my weaknesses to sort out ie Organisation, planning and confidence. All of which I was able to overcome to achive the end goal. To geve her an amazing evening and memory that we will never forget.

 

Anyway I have banged on enough and if you have got this far then I am impressed.

 

Happy new year all

 

Sam

Dis-Blog – the idea begins

Hi guys. I have had loads of stuff and coments on twitter which is amazing so thank you t those that follow!!! I have had an idea which I would like to see your opinion but I want to focus my blog on a wider variaty of disblitys and see if there are other people you there that have had issues like me with my over sized pair of purple glasses and being asked if I was drunk when online dating.

Its called Dis-Blog meaning disability blog. now that im writing it it seems quite obvious doesnt it. I dont think my common sense has kicked in tonight!!

 

I realy want to write bout other peoples issues that they have had with there disability so please please if there is any one with any kind of disability who wants to share there experiences the give me a shout on the twitter thing @samthedyslexic.

 

I think it will be something different and could be good. I don’t talk about my work much on here but blimmey have I got myself in some pickels over the years!!!! I wrote a document recently that said I was Pursuing a person for about ten minuets but I actuly wrote perusing a person for ten minuets. Spell check hates me!!! Im sure it just does it for a lath!

 

Anyway the goals are;

1)Write about the life of people suffering from disabilities

2)To see if they have any issues at work, school or university and if they can get a job?

3)To see how they coap

4)Highlight barriers created by sociaty

 

Short and sweet tonight but I would love to hear from you so please give me a shout!! Oh and if you have any ideas on how to get it going then again I am rubish at computer stuff and woud aprishate any ideas.

 

Sam the dyslexic

Beyond Limitations – Chapter one – My Dyslexic Book

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Chapter 1 – spit, crown joules and detention

Another cold wet day waiting under a disused shop’s porch, cherishing the moment of peace before the inevitable hell that was to come down the hill. John wasn’t the only one taking a second to embrace what time he had left before it arrived. Every school day John and his friend Jack waited at the bus stop at the bottom of the hill in Sandgate. And every time it was the same routine; meet jack, wait for the school bus and then endure the twenty minuet journey to school without drawing any attention to yourself.  The joys of being one of the last stops on the bus meant that the old double decker bus which was painted with pictures of Disney land on the side would be almost full and seats would be mostly taken. Whatever this bus was it certainly was not Disney land! Each day it would be a challenge to find a seat that kept you out of the way so to blend in with the mob that was the school bus.

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John blinked and came back from his recollection of the day before where someone had set fire to one of the seats causing a lad called billy to get burnt on his leg. I don’t think billy will be on the bus today john thought. But who will be the next victim and can it get worse than burning. John felt sorry for Jack as he suffers from torrets syndrome which automatically made him a target on the bus. Some day they will laugh at him when a swear word comes unwillingly through his mouth and other times it would make him a target for being spat at and food thrown at him. Luckily for him the mob never discriminated making anyone a target. Sounds terrible I know but it shared the load meaning if you got it one day fingers crossed the focus would have changed the next. John realised that he had not been the target this week and by the law of averages it was his turn.

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John looked at his watch… 08:18. Two minuets remained and both John and jack took a last few breaths. John could tell that jack’s anxiety was increasing as his ticks began to shown. Please please let there be a free double seat we both thought! This was rare and the norm was to pick the best of what seats were left. Sometimes the bully’s purposely left a seat free next to them and the other seats which were free were next to the people no one wanted to sit next too. John didn’t mind siting next to those people as he didn’t care if people were popular or not. 08:20 on the dot, It appeared from around the corner from up the hill. Once you saw it you had about 30 seconds until it arrived at the bus stop. The squeaking breaks screamed just before it stopped and the air breaks let off a loud release simular to the relise john gave before the doors opened. The crazy thing is that not only do you have to endure this journey but you have to pay for the privilege also.

Jack reluctantly got on the bus first trying to hold his ticks back which must have felt like a shaken bottle of coke ready to explode. He paid his £2.50 and moved down the isle of the crowded bus. John Piper took a step up on to the bus and was meet with a sharp glare. Oh no its him john thought. There was about five different drivers but one had taken unbridge to john for no particular reason.  John held his money out but the unnamed driver just stared at him in silence. This meant the bus was being delayed and then everyone on the first floor started to look down the bus to see what was going on. John started to go red as he knew that people were now looking at him and seeing what his happening. The driver then looked and saw that everyone was now looking, turned back to john and the smirked. He took the money and handed over the little printed square ticket which acted as the return. 

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John turned and started to walk down the isle. Everyone was looking and snigering at him. John saw jack who seemed to have lost his ticks as the heat now seemed to be on john and not him. He offered a smile in the hope to offer some support without actually having to get involved. John looked around a saw there were no seats on the lower deck. He slowly took the spiral stair case to the second floor. This was mixed with the older years of the school. Again they all starred and started to snigger. One double seat remained. John was cautious as this never happens. He was one of the last stops which meant there was only ever single seats next to people that were already sat down at best. John walked with caution towards the seat which everyone seemed to be looking at. In a desperate attempt to detract attention he took a quick glance and sat down the side nearest the window. As soon as he put bum to seat laughing started. John went red, he didn’t want to move to see what had happened, he just froze and could not move. Marc who was another shy lad turned and whispered “they greeneyed on your seat”. John slightly lifted himself of his seat and sure enough a green guey  mess was stuck to his trousers!! Nice thought John.

The bus eventually the bus arrived at Brockhill Park Secondary Lower school. A burst of air signaled the release of the double doors at the front of the bus. John waited until the rush had gone and every one had left. He was still looking down at seat and the green stain both on it and his trousers. When he looked up he saw a tall figuar which was hiden by the glare of the morning sun. As the tall, wide dark figuar moved forward it soon became clear that it was the driver. “look what you have done to my bus you little shit!!”, “You school kids are all the bloody same! Dirty, enconsiderate, thick waisters!.

“but I havent done anything” john said.

“Yes you have you burnt my chair, you spit on my seats, you call me fat, well I have had it up to here with you little pricks!.

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The driver then grabbed John by his coat and pulled him off his seat. His grip pinched johns skin underneath which sent a sharp pain through his body. His teeth were clenched and his face as red as blood. The heat that was radiating of the driver was emence. The driver was a large fat man, he had large square framed glasses with dark pinprick eyes. He had a real sense of eveilness about him which was reflected in his anger towards john. The driver squezed harder and drew his other hand back clenching a fist. John took a deep breath, plucked some courage and kicked out as hard as he could whilst having his eyes closed. He used all his force and lashed out. His foot with his doctor martin look alikes frusted up into the drivers groin.

Bulls eye – straight in the nackers john thought. The driver went down like a sack of patatos enabliling john to make a run for it. He flew down the stairs and towards the bus door whilst looking behind him. John then came to an abrupt stop after runing into someone standing buy the bus door. A tall, slim straight man with sort hair and small eyes looked at John. “Mr Black sir, I was just…” John struggled to get his words out and started to stutter. Behind he could hear the bus driver rushing to the bus door. He also stopped sharply on seeing Mr Black.

“is there a problem here?” said Mr Black.

The bus driver paused and considered his next move.

“no” he said, “there is no problem here” in a revengful tone.

John knew that this was not the end of this and as he walked off with Mr Black he could see the bus driver staring at him in his proifral vision.

After getting through the school gates, Mr Black said to john “is there anything I need to know about that?”.

John paused and thought “yes sir the bus driver grabbed me and I kicked him in the crown jouls!!!!, He would really belive that!!!”

“No sir, nothing to tell”

Mr Black staired at John with his pin prick eyes and and rubbed his chin for a second. He then turned and said “life will test you john and its how you deal with the moment that will shape the future” John shiverd and ran off to his form room for morning registration which he was already late for.

John walked into 7SG and saw everyone stairing at him as he came through the door.

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“And where have you been a sharp loud voice rang out”

“sorry miss” john said in a quiert voice trying not to draw to much attention to himself. John went to sit down and as he walked passed Miss Gibson, he heard here shout “john!” what is that sticky stuff on your trousers!!!”

“erm eerm” John had nothing.

“go clean yourself up”

As john walked out of the class he heard a loud spate of laughter explode in the class room.

John sighed and said “bloody briliant!”.

“I heard that john” Miss Gibson Shouted. “I will see you at lunch for detention”

“oh bolex” john said under his breath.

“forget that john we will call it after school detention!” she shouted.

The class were loving this. Was like pouring petrol onto the fire.

John ran off before his mouth would get him in more trubble.

 

John Cleaned himself up in the toilets, wipeing the green gunk off his trousers.

“I hate them all” he wispered under his breath. “why is it always me”. John who was standing in trap 2 turned and sat down on the toilet lid and staired at the door. A poster was there of a tall ship set in a picturesque tropical sourounding. Before john attempted to read what was on the poster a loud crash came from the boys toilet door slamming.

John froze and tried to listen to see who it was. The toilet block was massive with over 10 cubical or traps as the kids called them.

“JOHN!!!” a voice shouted out ringing through the block.

“I know your in here!!!”

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John instantly knew this was the voice of Dean Daily, the schools full time bully, whose girlfriend may of taken a shine to john. “I think she just thinks I am a little special, but she is really nice to me and dam!! She is hot”.

Jade wilson was the most beautifull girl in the year. She had long chocolate brown hair, deep brown eyes, lightly tanned skin and spoke like an angle. The first time john had meet her was when he was walking from the upper school to the lower school which was a three hundred meter walk when he was pushed by one of the bigger boys off the single narrow path onto the huge open field that separated the schools and fell straight into a thick puddle of soupy muddy water. Jade rushed over and helped him up onto his feet whilst the rest of the school just laughed. She smiled and walked on leaving john standing there cold, wet, embarrassed but ultimately in love!! Whilst standing there watching her walk off with her friends who were gigerling, John was mesmerised watching her pritty much with his toung stuck out, then a huge thrust launched into his side and before he knew it he was back in the puddle! John later saw jade but due to his trousers being so wet and muddy he had to wear a pair of white tight small PE shorts, shoes and a shirt and tie on top! Sometimes it felt like the teachers were bullies too john thought. She smiled and said “looking good john” in a cheeky but non patronising way and touched him on his arm as she walked off. This is where dean had seen John and chased him around the corridors for hitting on his girlfriend. “how he thinks I could hit on his girlfriend dressed how I was” john thought.

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“Well looks like he’s caught up with me now” John thought.

“I’m going to find you and I’m going to flush your fat head down the toilet and use you as a bog brush!” Dean shouted as he checked and slammed each toilet door individually.

Four traps remained, three traps, TWO TRAPPS, ONE TRAP!!!!!! And then John heared a shout; “DEAN! – Mr LING is coming”. He was the head teacher. John could hear quick footsteps back to the main door and a voice saying “your time will come john, your time will come!”

A chilling silence turned the toilet block into an icy arena of thought in which john could only see bad things happening to him.

DICK! A shout came and smashed the icy atmoutear that surrounded him. BUGGER, DICK, KNOB!! A louder shout this time. John stood on the toilet seat, looked over into the next toilet cubical and saw Jack sitting there with a nervous smile on his face. “Alright John” said jack, “that was a close one wasn’t it”. John sat back down on the seat and looked at the poster of the boat.

“I need to get away” john said.

“Me too” said Jack.

John jumped back up on to the seat and looked over to where jack was. Only this time jack was now in full flow urination!

“What” jack said “I couldn’t go before in case Dean put my head down the loo”

“It’s about time we stood up to these people jack. Gather everyone together and we will sort this out once and for good.

 

3.15 the blast of three loud pips sounded the end of the school day. The last lesion of the day was religious education with Miss Gibson in Johns form room. No sooner than when the pips had finished the screech of chairs moving and books being thrown into bags dominated the room. It was like someone had shouted BOMB!!! Really loud and everyone was rushing for the door.

John stood up and started to pack his bags. “And where do you think you are going?”. John looked up and saw miss Gibson standing over him. Johns head feel onto his bag which was laying on the desk in front of him.

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“I WILL NOT BE LATE FOR RAGISTRATION, I WILL NOT SWARE IN CLASS AND I WILL RESPECT MY TEACHER IN RAISTRATION”

“I WILL NOT BE LATE FOR RAGISTRATION, I WILL NOT SWARE IN CLASS AND I WILL RESPECT MY TEACHER IN RAISTRATION”

“I WILL NOT BE LATE FOR RAGISTRATION, I WILL NOT SWARE IN CLASS AND I WILL RESPECT MY TEACHER IN RAISTRATION”

150 lines later john dropped the pen, sighed and said “excuse me miss, I’m all done”. Miss Gibson took one glance at the paper and said “is registration not ragistration, do it again!”

4.10 John wrote the last word of the last line down on the paper. “I don’t want to see you here again John PIPER” Miss gibson said in a loud voice.

John stood up, clicked his over worked hand and left the class room.

It was a long walk back to Sandgate via the beach. John didn’t mind as he loved the beach and the sea! He eventually got home and found that his mum was out. John got changed and wrote a quick note saying he would be back at 8pm.

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John walked up the long hill to military park where he had planned to meet his friends. On arrival he meet up with jack, Marc Albury, Craig hothman and blind Dave Denman. Dave wasn’t fully blind but he was born with only limited sight in one eye. For someone that couldn’t see very well he had a very good perspective of life and he loved the ladies!!!! He was a small lad but quite athletic looking. Marc was smaller and ware glasses. Craig was the same build as John, more stocky although craig was a bit taller.

John and marc were the dyslexic arm of the group, Craig was the OCD part and blind Dave was the brains of the bunch. “guys we are here today to come up with a plan of attack on how to deal with Dean” John Said.

“lets just kill him” Said marc. “yeah that sounds good” said Craig “but we need to kill him in a way that no one knows he’s dead and that we did it!!” “yeah” said marc.

“what an amazing plan, no one would ever know hes gone” john said in a sarcastic tone that took the grins off marc and Craig’s face.

An argument erupted about what they were going to do when Dave shouted “suspended”. The others stopped their petty arguments and listened. “we need to get Dean suspended, but in a way that he doesn’t know who set him up!”. “Marc where is that pen and paper you brought?”.

Marc passed the scrap bit of paper and the half chewed pen to Blind Dave.

“now boys this is what we are going to do……”.

plot

I think your Dyslexic but its guna cost ya to find out!!

Apolligies for the slang but I thought I would make this blog abit gangster!! Iv got abit of a bee in my bonnet at the moment because I don’t understand why someone who might be dyslexic has to pay around £500 for the privlege to find out. That’s crazy right..? That’s kind of like me saying “I think you need your apendix out but its going to cost you to find out!” Because if you don’t sort that problem then its going to cause you massive issues when it explodes inside you. This is the same in the dyslexia scenario because if a person doesn’t pay the money and they are dyslexic then the issues will come to a head just like the apendix.

So I have done the test twice, once at university and once at work. So the university one I had to pay for so that I could get extra time in exams and allowences made for spelling and gramma. But that privledge cost me £500. Is that fair that some one in full time education has to pay for the right to say that they have a disability?

I don’t think you need to be an expert to identifie if people have strong traits of dyslexia so why is it that you have to pay for this but if I was getting assessed for other disabilities I would not have to pay.

Luckery in my job my employer will pay for peope to do a full dyslexia test if they shown medium or high signs of dyslexia on an online screening test called DORE. But how may organisations are out there that don’t offer such opertunities. Staff and employees that are doing jobs that could be made easyer for them if they had the test and reasonable ajustments made.

 

I feel it is about time that we should not disadvantage people because of cost. If it is clear that a person has dyslexic traits and atributes then why on earth are we charging them to get the help they need.

 

I think its about time that the government stepped up to the mark and set up scheems to put the owness on employers and them to help cover the cost. It should not be down to the individual to try and fund this by them self’s.

 

If your reading this and you think that you may be dyslexic then surely it is your right to find out. But im 100% sure that if you have to pay £500 to find out then the likelyhood is that you wont pay that and just try to soldier on regardless of the issues you encounter every day.

 

I coud rant all day on this but have to shoot off too work but please please let me know what you think on my twitter as its good to know im not the only one thinking this @samthedyslexic

 

Anyway short but sweet

 

Sam

Chapter 1 of my dyslexic book

Hi guys,
Just got back from holiday so thought I would chuck a blog out there. So last week was the first real abroad holiday with the girlfriend so wanted to impress. We went camping in lake Garda, Italy which is stunning. No, I wasn’t being a cheap skate going camping, it was what she wanted to do and the fact that it saved about £700 on accommodation was just a bonus 😉
Our campsite was right on the lake under a mountain of the Alps. Right on the waters edge was a paragliding runway. We decided that we were going to have ago and take the jump! Its just under 2km high up the mountain and you are strapped to a qualified pilot. What could go wrong? So were took the cabble car from malcesine to the top of mounte baldo which is bloody high!!!

 

You then get to the top and hear to the lake side edge of the mountain and gear up. Lauren went first and basicly you have to run down this slope and sit when they say. She got off and had a perfect take off. I was so focused on just staying alive I wasn’t realy taking in all the information the pilot was saying. All I heard was “run sam, run sam!!” so I ran. Apparently (acording to the go pro footage which comes with the jump) he said when I say sit down then sit down but not yet. So what did I do… that’s right, I sat down straight away!!!! All I heard was NOOOOOOO not yet!!. The only way I can describe it was like when you go to the beach, pick a flat stone and scim in along the water surface, well this is what happened to me. My bum bounced a few times, the pilot was panicking pulling every control of the craft as possible and suddenly my bum must of given a good bounce off the floor and we took off!!

I will post the go pro vidio at some point, its funny! I wanted to say sorry im dyslexic but thought maybe this is just a stupid sam moment rather than dyslexia!

So after we landed we went back to the camp site where our camping neighbours who were a nice German couple said they saw us land. There English was limited but good but at that stage where they look for reassurance that they are saying the right words. He ended up talking about the parachute and wanted to know what the word was to put air into it. I just came out with deflate! And then thought that’s not right. The German guy was like “ oh thank you your teaching me and making my english better!!” I was like oh no iv given him the wrong word!! But didn’t have the hart to say I had got it wrong, opps!! However I did upset him on our last day. When we were packing up we had one of those long clicker lighter things which we could not take back. So I went over with Lauren and said that we could not take this back and did they want it? For some strange reason because I thought there english was slightly limmited I said to him “this is for making fire!!!!”. His face dropped and said in a sarcastic tone “oh really, wow we are so primitive, I did not know that!!”. I could not believe I had actually said that!!!

Anyway I have completed the first chapter of my book. If anyone gets a chance can they please have a look and see what you think. I have never written a long story and to help I based it on my old school but with different characters than people I actually went to school with. Well some of the charicters are simular but it was just to give me a template. Any way see what you think and feed back is needed.

Cheers

Sam

Beyond limitations draft

Chapter 1 – spit, crown joules and detention
Another cold wet day waiting under a disused shop’s porch, cherishing the moment of peace before the inevitable hell that was to come down the hill. John wasn’t the only one taking a second to embrace what time he had left before it arrived. Every school day John and his friend Jack waited at the bus stop at the bottom of the hill in Sandgate. And every time it was the same routine; meet jack, wait for the school bus and then endure the twenty minuet journey to school without drawing any attention to yourself. The joys of being one of the last stops on the bus meant that the old double decker bus which was painted with pictures of Disney land on the side would be almost full and seats would be mostly taken. Whatever this bus was it certainly was not Disney land! Each day it would be a challenge to find a seat that kept you out of the way so to blend in with the mob that was the school bus.
John blinked and came back from his recollection of the day before where someone had set fire to one of the seats causing a lad called billy to get burnt on his leg. I don’t think billy will be on the bus today john thought. But who will be the next victim and can it get worse than burning. John felt sorry for Jack as he suffers from torrets syndrome which automatically made him a target on the bus. Some day they will laugh at him when a swear word comes unwillingly through his mouth and other times it would make him a target for being spat at and food thrown at him.

Luckily for him the mob never discriminated making anyone a target. Sounds terrible I know but it shared the load meaning if you got it one day fingers crossed the focus would have changed the next. John realised that he had not been the target this week and by the law of averages it was his turn.
John looked at his watch… 08:19. Two minuets remained and both John and jack took a last few breaths. John could tell that jack’s anxiety was increasing as his ticks began to shown. Please please let there be a free double seat we both thought! This was rare and the norm was to pick the best of what seats were left.

Sometimes the bully’s purposely left a seat free next to them and the other seats which were free were next to the people no one wanted to sit next too. John didn’t mind siting next to those people as he didn’t care if people were popular or not. 08:20 on the dot, It appeared from around the corner from up the hill. Once you saw it you had about 30 seconds until it arrived at the bus stop.

The squeaking breaks screamed just before it stopped and the air breaks let off a loud release simular to the relise I gave before the doors opened. The crazy thing is that not only do you have to endure this journey but you have to pay for the privilege also.
Jack reluctantly got on the bus first trying to hold his ticks back which must have felt like a shaken bottle of coke ready to explode. He paid his £2.50 and moved down the isle of the crowded bus. John Piper took a step up on to the bus and was meet with a sharp glare.

Oh no its him john thought. There was about five different drivers but one had taken unbridge to john for no particular reason. John held his money out but the unnamed driver just stared at him in silence. This meant the bus was being delayed and then everyone on the first floor started to look down the bus to see what was going on. John started to go red as he knew that people were now looking at him and seeing what his happening.

The driver then looked and saw that everyone was now looking, turned back to john and the smirked. He took the money and handed over the little printed square ticket which acted as the return. John turned and started to walk down the isle. Everyone was looking and snigering at him. John saw jack who seemed to have lost his ticks as the heat now seemed to be on john and not him. He offered a smile in the hope to offer some support without actually having to get involved.

John looked around a saw there were no seats on the lower deck. He slowly took the spiral stair case to the second floor. This was mixed with the older years of the school. Again they all starred and started to snigger. One double seat remained. John was cautious as this never happens. He was one of the last stops which meant there was only ever single seats next to people that were already sat down at best. John walked with caution towards the seat which everyone seemed to be looking at.

In a desperate attempt to detract attention he took a quick glance and sat down the side nearest the window. As soon as he put bum to seat laughing started. John went red, he didn’t want to move to see what had happened, he just froze and could not move. Marc who was another shy lad turned and whispered “they greeneyed on your seat”. John slightly lifted himself of his seat and sure enough a green guey mess was stuck to his trousers!! Nice thought John.
The bus eventually the bus arrived at Brockhill Park Secondary Lower school. A burst of air signaled the release of the double doors at the front of the bus. John waited until the rush had gone and every one had left. He was still looking down at seat and the green stain both on it and his trousers. When he looked up he saw a tall figuar which was hiden by the glare of the morning sun. As the tall, wide dark figuar moved forward it soon became clear that it was the driver. “look what you have done to my bus you little shit!!”, “You school kids are all the bloody same! Dirty, enconsiderate, thick waisters!.
“but I havent done anything” john said.
“Yes you have you burnt my chair, you spit on my seats, you call me fat, well I have had it up to here with you little pricks!.
The driver then grabbed John by his coat and pulled him off his seat. His grip pinched johns skin underneath which sent a sharp pain through his body. His teeth were clenched and his face as red as blood. The heat that was radiating of the driver was emence. The driver was a large fat man, he had large square framed glasses with dark pinprick eyes. He had a real sense of eveilness about him which was reflected in his anger towards john. The driver squezed harder and drew his other hand back clenching a fist.

John took a deep breath, plucked some courage and kicked out as hard as he could whilst having his eyes closed. He used all his force and lashed out. His foot with his doctor martin look alikes frusted up into the drivers groin.
Bulls eye – straight in the nackers john thought. The driver went down like a sack of patatos enabliling john to make a run for it. He flew down the stairs and towards the bus door whilst looking behind him. John then came to an abrupt stop after runing into someone standing buy the bus door. A tall, slim straight man with sort hair and small eyes looked at John. “Mr Black sir, I was just…” John struggled to get his words out and started to stutter. Behind he could hear the bus driver rushing to the bus door. He also stopped sharply on seeing Mr Black.
“is there a problem here?” said Mr Black.
The bus driver paused and considered his next move.
“no” he said, “there is no problem here” in a revengful tone.
John knew that this was not the end of this and as he walked off with Mr Black he could see the bus driver staring at him in his proifral vision.
After getting through the school gates, Mr Black said to john “is there anything I need to know about that?”.
John paused and thought “yes sir the bus driver grabbed me and I kicked him in the crown jouls!!!!, He would really belive that!!!”
“No sir, nothing to tell”
Mr Black staired at John with his pin prick eyes and and rubbed his chin for a second. He then turned and said “life will test you john and its how you deal with the moment that will shape the future” John shiverd and ran off to his form room for morning registration which he was already late for.
John walked into 7SG and saw everyone stairing at him as he came through the door.
“And where have you been a sharp loud voice rang out”
“sorry miss” john said in a quiert voice trying not to draw to much attention to himself. John went to sit down and as he walked passed Miss Gibson, he heard here shout “john!” what is that sticky stuff on your trousers!!!”
“erm eerm” John had nothing.
“go clean yourself up”
As john walked out of the class he heard a loud spate of laughter explode in the class room.
John sighed and said “bloody briliant!”.
“I heard that john” Miss Gibson Shouted. “I will see you at lunch for detention”
“oh bolex” john said under his breath.
“forget that john we will call it after school detention!” she shouted.
The class were loving this. Was like pouring petrol onto the fire.
John ran off befor his mouth would get him in more trubble.

Sam’s Book

Hi guys. Hope you are all well!! I am writing this following a night shift so I am sure my dyslexia will shine greatly with regards to my spelling and I will mostlikley spell something rediculas and completely inappropriate. On my bucket list which I created to try and prove to myself that just because I’m dyslexic doesn’t mean that nothing is impossible, I wanted to write my own book or short story. Below is my story overview and would love some comments. Please please let me know what you think even if you think it is rubish 🙂 After years of having to wear purple glasses, eye patches and being a complete cluster when it comes to anything acedemic im sure the feedback positive or negitive will me much apreshiated. Although negitive may make me cry and you will have my mother to contend with!!!

Story name -Beyond limitations

From the dark days of school where his dyslexia stuck to him like a shadow that could not be ripped from his feet. A shadow that cast an emotional lows to a deep darkness that created a longing to find an identity and a freedom from the drowning sensation that keeps him gasping for air. John PIPPER, an 18 year old dyslexic boy from a Kent Coastal Village in England finds himself looking for a way to fill the void in his heart and soul that has been empty for so long. Following leaving school an opportunity presents its self when johns grandmother shows him an article which seeks volunteer’s to help sail a huge tall ship called beyond limitations through the depths of the Indian ocean. The ship is looking for a crew of mixed disabilities to spend a month at sea to as an experiment of pushing the boundaries of disability. A voyage that takes John to an unbelievable paradise of turquoise blue seas and lush green tropical islands that he never could have dreamed existed. John finds himself testing his barriers and weaknesses when the boat is hit by a huge tropical storm that causes the ship to clash with a cluster of rocks of an uncharted island. Most make it ashore where the group are thrown into the realm of living on what appears to be a deserted island with no help and no supply’s. It soon becomes apparent that they are not alone and what appears to be a paradise island has a deep dark blooded secret that will test the group beyond the limits of what they thought could be capable. A group that will either rise above there disability of be killed trying. A dark ancient tribe lurks waiting for the opportune moment to honour their cursed gods in blood and sacrifice.

The end!

If anyone or suport groups has experiences in the categories bellow then I would be grateful for the knowledge to transfer to some of the characters in the book.
Dyslexia (not everyone has had same experiences as me)

Dyspraxia

Autism

Disabled of all kinds

Mental health
Or any disabllity at all that I can express in my story

Please please message me on twitter.

Or if anyone knows how to write a book as I do lack the skills in that too!!!!

cheers

Sam

Samthedyslexic

Dyslexia – We just said that Sam!!!!!!!!

Haha as the title suggests I seem to have an issue with memory and processing information. It is always getting me in trubble because my brain seems to select information it wants to hear in a conversation and then completely disregard other parts with out me even knowing. When I was younger I always used to ask questions or bring up a converation that had just been talked about a second ago.
I only really noticed this when I was 15 and joined a local Rowing club where I meet my best friend Craig and most of my friend group. They ended up nicknaming me “built”. As in thinks as fast as a built!! the sarcastic gits!! And then it stuck for over 15 years!!

When it comes to my work and the roles I have to partisipate in briefings with a number of difrent people. I often sit there really intrested and trying to take in all the information. I feel that I have understood all of it and then feel that I have a good question to ask which I do, and then everyone turns to me and say “were you not even listling!!!” Then I am thinking “yeah” I was and how did I miss that part. So now at the end I never want to ask questions just incase it has already been mentioned. However the other day I did this and someone elce asked a question that I was thinking and it had not already been mentioned!!!!
How am I going to get around this one. Obvously progresion at work is all about bettering your self. But this memory thing seems to be a real issue although does make me giggle because I just don’t understand why it happens!!!

So as per my last blog, I really want to start writing my own book. Its actually quite hard in the sence of where to start. My idea is based on a young lad growing up in school suffering with dyslexia who experiences some real lows but realises that dyslexia can also give you some good highs! We shall see how it goes. Any book writes out there that can offer any advice I would be very greatfull.

Anyway just a quick one today

All best

Sam the Dyslexic

The only way is Dyslexia!!!

So another year has past for me, 31 this week!!! I was lucky enouth to be taken by my girlfriend to Paris for a long weekend. A good opertunity to be a kid again and head to disney land, see the wonders of the city and of course try out the GCSE E that I got in French!! It always anoys me looking back on my life that I was held back at a subject that I really enjoyed by my old school.
Like a lot of my lessions, I was placed in the lower groups because my learning level was the same as most of the “naughty kids”. In french I remember sitting in class in my first lession of the year looking at every one who was there. I would say 70% of the students did not want to be there or were not at all intrested in the subject. The first time the teach came in, he was abused from the start. One day a chair was thrown at him and I remember that must of tipped him over the edge as we did not see him again and had to be covered by suply or other teachers. I remember going the teacher of the next class up and begging her to consider me in joining her class but my request was brushed aside and I count myself lucky to have just gotten an E grade! So last year I had a go at a few basic lessions which went well. My girlfriend lived in france and is fluent. Haha I asked if she wanted to teach me but she said she didn’t have the payshents!!

So I thought I would give it ago on our trip. So after a few gin fizzes I atempted to read a bar menu. Well I tried prounounceing the French word meaning “duck” to which my girlfriend almost spat her drink out and lauthed. Aparently I pronounsed it in a way that meant a very rude rude word which got the attention of a few locals!!!

The hardest thing about learning French is trying to put a link between the two words and remembering that link. Anyone who knows me knows that my working memories is terrible. I think it is because I cannot picture things in my head. For example, if I looked at a car number plate and then shut my eyes I cannot picture that sequence of letters and numbers in my head. I cannot imagin or see it. Why is that??? If anyone is reading this that knows why this is please tell me.

I have set myself a chalendge of writing a book. Well maybe a short story. I don’t know why but I know if I said to my friends that I was doing this they would lauth as they know my spelling is terrible. How do I start and can a dyslexic person actualy do this?!?!?

I feel that sometimes my life is like a TV show. Something always happens and either get me in trubble or embarus myself. I actualy think my dyslexia has shaped my personality and has pushed my confidence to adleast try and do certain things like write a blog or accidently swear at french locals whilst trying to order duck off the menu!!! It makes me belive that dyslexia is actualy a life quality rather than a life hinderance.

I have chucked a few questions out in this one, so if anyone knows the answers please please let me know on twitter @samthedyslexic

Thanks guys for reading

Sam

Bullying or just part of the dyslexia package…???

Hi guys, sorry its been a while since I have done a blog or a podcast with Mark. I have recently brought my first place and did not realise the extent of the work needed!!!! I have relised that I am great at the smashing down walls and the practical side but when it comes to the paperwork such as morgage documents, leasholds and bills I massivly crash,  burn and suck!!!

I thought it would be good to look at the darker side of dyslexia in respect of how it can have an effect on someone growing up and to look back at how I coaped.

From a young age, me having dyslexia always put me in the spotlight. Primery school wearing an eye patch and purple glasses, secondty school being put into a class called special needs and seperated from my class mates, and the challenges of working in an enviroment where not everyone undersstands why you have trubble completeing what they percive to be simple tasks. So it is fair to say that over the years I have recived more than my fair share of stick from people. Even in the dating world can cause issues with texting and trying to organise dates ect (I just had to rely on my George Clooney looks!!!)

But it is easy for a person to full into the catogory of being bullied as there are always people out there that will latch on to a diffrence that someone elce has and will exploit that to the pain of the intended victim. At school I was very shy and not one for confrentation. Over the years it got to me when people would realise that I was strugerling and the jokes started (not every one as I had a really good friend group who supported me). It was constant for years which led me to feel slightlly insecure about myself and im sure lowerd my confidence. I remember in year 9 there was this girl at school who I used to get the train with. She was one of those girls you used to say was the “hottest in the year” but unlike the sterio tyipical one that knows it and loves them selfs. She was genuinly realy nice and was really refreshing being friends with her. But like all of these types of stories the guy always likes the girl more than wanting to be just in the friend zone. So I plucked up the curage to tell her how I felt and the next day at school I planned to tell her. However like every true storie I found out that she was with one of the popular kids who was in my class. I was gutted and fell into the realms of thinking that this was going to be the norm. Being dyslexic can be really emotional espeshialy at a young age. However at the age of 15 I went to the local rowing club down in Folkestone. From there my confidence shoot up through the roof. I meet loads of new people who didnt care about dyslexia and have only just relised from reading my blog 15 years later that my dyslexia was an issue, won lots of races and met people who I had some good relationships with.

I dont actuly know if I was bullied at school about my dyslexia or weather what was being directed at me was abuse that I just got used to and over the years have just learnt to expect. Is that right…? Even in my work place I still get banta directed at me although to be fair I do set my self up for it. The other day I was writing a document in which I was saying that a pursued a person for 10 minuets how ever I actualy wrote that I was perused a person for 10 minuets!!!! But what I have found is that the dyslexia jokes can then lead on to other things being directed at you such as being called “Heed” by others as they belive my head is twice the size of theres or melon head! To be fair these are done in jest which are not taken to hart at all and to be fair there only doing it as there lives are that boring that they need to focus there attentions on me 🙂

I think through life even though I have had a lot of attention due to dyslexia I feel that life has gone easyer on me than others. Im sure there are people out there that have been or getting to a point that is uncontrolable. One thing I have learnt espeshialy from my work lot is that it is important to not shy away and almost join in with the banta or give it back. Some times challendging something can boost confidance or joining in with other peoples jokes throws them off which seems in my case to change the dysnamic in more of a positive way. Ever situation is diffrent and every persons story is difrent but from doing this blog (even if no one elce reads it) it has helped me reflect, vent and understand my thoughts and emotions.

I really hope if any one is reading this who is struggerling or knows someone that is struggling that they look for help or at least talk about there issues. That is one thing I never did at school was talk about how i was feeling which is why now I get let it all out.

Anyway please let me know you thoughts on twitter @samthedyslexic or if I can help give me a shot.

 

All the best

 

Sam

 

Understanding jokes!

Hi guys, I am bit late writing this one but have been manic with doing the Podcasts with Mark Simmons and every thing else life likes to throw at me. Anyway here it goes.

So I’m not sure if this is a dyslexic moment or me just being silly!! but I went to see one of Mark’s comedy nights that he was presenting at Rock sult in Folkestone (Kent). For some reason I just can not get the jokes quick enough or at all. So because he’s my mate and the fact everyone else laths I just lath too. I just thought it would be a bit rude to stop him mid flow and ask if he could repeat the joke! has anyone ever done that before??? Or I miss the next joke because I’m trying to understand the one before which means I lath mid way through the last joke and then lath on my own (premature larthage!) Anyway Mark if your reading this what I did get was quality. Please look him up online as he’s done a lot with me on the podcasts and he is actually funny well so I guess from the lafter at the comedy night!

So I was having dinner to day with my Family in Sunny Sandgate today. My step nan said that my spelling is terrible on these blogs but understands that I have turned spell check off so my writing is how it would be. But I don’t think she released how bad it actually was!!! My boss read my dyslexic report which basically highlighted that I am a gramatical nightmear and could not believe how I am able to get on with things. How did people cope with Dyslexia in the old days! Iv mentioned about my dyslexic dating issues but imagine what it was like in historic times when couples used to court and write letters to each other. I would of had to draw pictures of what I was trying to say. “I think your hot” would of been a hyroglifical dipiction of an eye (I), a brain (think), finger pointing (your) and a picture of the sun (hot)!! Im so glad I have a girlfriend now (hard to believe I know) but all that dating larkey and trying to impress them with poems and letters!!

As per my last podcast with Mark. A couple of people that I know said that they would not employ dyslexic people due to the worry of being sued after I told them about the starbucks case. Which is where a dyslexic employee sued the company successfully for not having protocols in place to deal with issues she was having. This really annoyed me as I am dyslexic and I have never sued my job and have progressed on my own merit. Me and mark randomly thought of an idea to try and promote dyslexia which was based on last years “ice bucket challenge”. We re branded the idea and called it the scrabble bucket challenge! Idea would be the same only you poor scrabble bit over you rather than water! So far the grand total is just me but I am still hopeful 🙂

I knew I would be the only one but I am very open with my dyslexia and really want other people to be too. The more stories and experiences we can get out there the more others will understand what we go through on a day to day basis. But I am happy to take the bulit and make myself look silly because someone has too.

If anyone out there knows james Martin the chief or chief (I can never get these right) the cookey person. He is my dyslexic hero as he has the same atitude as me that dyslexia helped me sucseed in life! I really enjoy being dyslexic as you never know where it is going to take you next (espeshaly when reading maps!) but if anyone knows him please forward this to him and i will forever be in you debt

anyway thank you for reading and follow me on twitter @samthedyslexic

Sam