Welcome, it's late and I've had a long day.......consider yourself warned. I am currently sat in bed duel screening and munching wafer biscuits. I have been to the gym and the endorphin's are flowing. Expect nonsense and limited punctuation.
Sometimes the way I approach thing exasperates even me. I hate waiting, really hate it. I think it is because once I have made a decision I want whatever I have chosen, now. I need to know if I was right, what the next step is, exactly how things are going to work. I am a kinesthetic learner, (yes, I did just do that to use a long word) I learn by doing. Sure I might be able to grasp the concepts by watching or listening, but unless I have got hands on, down and dirty, I can't be sure if I understand.
I guess that is probably my dyslexia, I often wonder how much of the way I am is just every day weirdness and how much of it is my kinked up brain. My Dad is just as weird as I am, if not more so. I am fairly sure he is a bit spectrumy as well. That's not PC is it,......is it OK if you say it in reference to yourself and others? Bah your are all geeky creatures you know what I mean.
Yesterday I had an interesting conversation about being clinically thick dyslexic. Someone shared that it is something they keep to themselves, that they worry about, that they think they hide. Which is something I find hugely alien. My darling parentals, dear old Mum and Dad, are as nuts as a welly full of bats, they are truly wonderful, but boy did they land me with some baggage. Not however when it comes to my dyslexia. As far as my parents are concerned the yes dyslexia explains why my brother and I can't spell,and why my brother writes in the most difficult way possible, but also gives us so much that other folk don't have. Sure my brother and I joke about being clinically thick, but really we see ourselves as having something special, something that makes us different from you normos. In our house it really is the gift of dyslexia.
To be honest most of the time I don't think about it. The only time I do consider it is when I am communicating in writing and then the thought is, I hope they don't get so caught up on my spelling and punctuation that they miss seeing me *waves*. Not that I am anything special, but I am a whole lot more than my inability to work out where the u goes. (color, coulor, colour, cuouluour?) I'm a bit odd, several shades of special, but there a some folks out there who like, or at the least tolerate that sort of thing.
I guess all of this really begs the question, if dyslexia can be viewed so differently by two people who suffer/enjoy it. What other "disorders" might we need to reconsider. It is the age old question, is it the mad man who is really mad?
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