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.