Firstly, I didn’t know I was dyspraxic and mildly dyslexic until I was university, in my second year. It wasn’t a shock, it just made sense.
I had to do my research about what it meant and means. The truth was I was 21 and fully functioning. I chose an Art degree because I am a practical thinker and a problem solver and super creative. I was articulate enough that I never really struggled at school except when it came to essays.
I love to read and have always read a book a week. When it came to writing however it is sometimes like my brain is not connected to my pen. I would think something, write it out and assume it was fine. It rarely was and is.
My dissertation was written by me then read and rewritten by my best friend who then asked me to go over it again. If I had handed in my second draft, I would have failed my degree. Without her help I never would have been able to write something that my tutor said was one of the most interesting reads he had read in years.
I have always needed help
At college I had special help, where I sat in a room and read out my essays so I could see that they didn’t make sense. No one diagnosed my learning disability but everyone was aware I needed help. They said I was too passionate and my mind ran a mile a minute.
It is weird to say I have a learning difficulty because although I struggle there are harder things in life.
At school they just called me lazy… again I got the grades excelling in every oral exam, drama and art.
Mr French teacher said I chose to sit next to the smartest girl in the class so I could copy them, charming!
Most teachers liked me as I could discuss and talk about the subject, they knew I was intelligent. They were a bit confused when I handed in my homework but like I said, I got the grades. So, they never worried.
Writing, spelling and grammar
My spelling is shocking, my sentence structure is appalling Gavin says when I write something it sounds like English is my second language.
I struggle with spelling, learning how to spell a word always escaped me. But once I learn it, truly learn it then that’s it. I can’t unlearn it.
Ironically, I love to write I always have. Stories poetry it never held me back. I never thought I was dumb because it never affected my ability to learn I just get distracted easily, super easily.
I store random facts for years and year but struggle with a simple spelling of a word.
Living the dream
I am definitely a dreamer, a forgetful uncoordinated dreamer. I am a person who chases a million dreams and has a million ideas. They never get completed, or even started.
I know a lot of people have it a lot worse than me. But generally, when you are not good at something you are better at something else.
Living with Dys, is never generally an issue. Unless my poor spelling comes up at work or home. Or I get a messages asking what I meant, because nothing makes sense.
I don’t mind the teasing, I also don’t mind people correcting my spelling and grammar. I learn from it.I get frustrated with abbreviated words in text. they frustrate me because of the laziness but also I have to learn another code to understand them.
I was pulled aside by an old manager and told my organising skills were atrocious and he was right. I would focus and prioritise on what I wanted to do most, not was most important. He bought me a moleskin and fancy pen to inspire me. It was my first step in bullet journaling and he was right.
He said you need to find your own rules and way through this. a way for you to complete your own tasks in the right order. He was a great boss and I will never forget his advice.
Now I have a system. I put everything in my personal planner. I sometimes move this into my work notebook but i find it constrains me too much. it is to formal and I don’t like blank pages.
It works and makes me happy.
Planning makes me happy.
My dys is just a part of me.
Its why I am a dysfunctional Planner
Because I try.