A Personal Narrative of the Struggles of Dyslexia
‘The words they dance Miss’
“The words they dance Miss”
“Don’t be a silly sausage,” said the teacher.
Dyslexia. Many of us are familiar with this term.
I’ve always written and spoken fairly positively about the condition and its strengths, but how does it impact me?
It was the 1980s in England. If you struggled with reading and writing, the teachers treated you like you were dumb.
You got put into a special group called ‘Fuzz Buzz,’ seriously.
It was a real thing!
Where you were made to read — sometimes in groups and forced to sit at a PC and spell random words such as ‘astonishment’ over and over again.
It was hell.
The educational system sucked for dyslexia. So much focus on what I couldn’t do that they neglected my strengths.
If anything, it was the more creative classes, such as art, the more ‘doing/practical lessons and PE that I missed when attending the ‘Fuzz Buzz’ sessions.
These were the classes; I would have excelled in had I been allowed to attend them.
