Super A - In your face dyslexia. My boy loves books!
Dyslexia bites.
Super A was diagnosed (finally) this time last February with rather severe dyslexia and while it was such a relief to have a formal diagnosis, it’s also heartbreaking. I watch him struggle and give so much of himself – trying and trying and trying and trying to decode words. And his brain just does not want to cooperate.
When he had his formal testing last year he was in third grade and reading at a low first grade level. His silent reading comprehension was at a kindergarten level. His math scores were on target and his vocabulary was great. He just can’t decode the words and, oy, his short-term memory for sight words is almost nil.
I went grocery shopping for the week today and as I was standing in line, I had a moment to pause and reflect on what I was buying. The mother in front of me had a cart piled high with snacks, instant meals, soda, ready-to-bake chicken, and a lone bag of salad. I was her – minus the soda – just a few weeks ago.
I started off my college career in the fall of 1992 as a journalism major. I had been writing for the local paper during my senior year in high school and had every intention of becoming a newspaper reporter who dabbled in magazines. Little did anyone know that my other choice was to be a teacher. It was a coin toss as to what I was going to major in, because really, I loved both, but felt I had to be a journalism major.
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