Mum’s journey with dyslexia

AS a dyslexic, growing up made me feel like an outsider. It was like I was destined to walk a path less travelled as words and letters danced before my eyes, refusing to align with the structured patterns that my peers saw with ease.

I had to, and still have to, re-read paragraphs or sections of a document to “get them to stick”. But I read a lot and actually enjoy it. I just wish I was better at it.