When I had dyslexia, they didn't diagnose it as that. It was frustrating and embarrassing. I could tell you a lot of horror stories about what you feel like on the inside.
I'd like to help other kids with dyslexia, because I'm dyslexic. It was very hard, and I know that what I went through, other kids are going through.
The looks, the stares, the giggles . . . I wanted to show everybody that I could do better and also that I could read.
The woman who knew that I had dyslexia - I never interviewed her.
I was growing up in the 50's and 60's. Back then they didn't even know what dyslexia was.
I was never good at sports. I was never good at exams, because they didn't understand dyslexia.
I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.
I guess through my learning disability, through dyslexia, I've always been a visual learner - I take in everything through my eyes.
Though my parents assured me over and over again that I wasn't stupid or slow, I sensed that my dyslexia was now a stigma on all of us.
