Hey. I am Billy, and I can't read. I'm not blind, not stupid, nothing like that. I am dyslexic.
It generally means that I am physically not able to read nor write. Or better, I can do it, but do it a hundred times slower than other people.
Don't feel sorry for me. I'm happy this way. Let me tell you what happened to me.
My parents had always told me that I needed to be the best in studies to excel in life. They are both very successful. My dad is a lawyer, and my mom is a physicist. So my future was well defined from my birth.
I was supposed to become nothing less than a brain surgeon. And indeed, I remember my early years already doing a lot of early development: maths, science for kids, things like that.
The only thing that confused my parents was that I didn't manage to learn to read. But I was still very small, so they thought as far as I was going to school anyway, they will teach me there.
When school started, I immediately saw that I was slower than other kids.That was strange. I had never seemed stupid before.
I was quick-minded and easily understood anything I was explained. But when it came to reading or working with a text of any kind, I seemed an authentic retard.
Even worse, writing; for me, letters were looking like splashes of water that were constantly changing their shape and size.
My teachers told me, "Concentrate! Concentrate!" But what should I do if, for me, they were like flies escaping from paper?
I remember my first test that we got marks for. I understood it was very important to bring a good mark to my parents, to show them I am not stupid. I did my best but unfortunately managed to answer only three questions out of 12 in time.
我記得我的第一次計分考試。我知道那很重要，我必須獲得好成績讓父母知道我並不笨。我盡力了，但不幸地，我只在時間內答完 12 題中的三題。
I didn't understand why. The questions were not hard; I knew the answers. But it just took a lot of time to understand what was written and compose the written answer. I broke a sweat. Last thing I managed to do was write my name, Bill Bumble, on it.
我不明白為什麼。考卷題目不難；我都知道答案。但我花了很多時間去了解文字意思並寫出答案。考到汗流浹背。最後，我努力將我的名字 Bill Bumble 寫到了考卷上。
As the teacher looked them over, she asked me to stand up and read my name from the paper. "Bill Bumble," I said. She insisted that I read it from the paper. With effort, I read what I wrote. It was Bill Dumble.
老師看到考卷時，要我站起來，唸出考卷上的名字。「Bill Bumble」我說。但她堅持我唸出來。我費力讀出我在考卷上寫的名字。是 Bill Dumble。
Everyone was laughing at me, and I was there all embarrassed. Shall I say that Dumble became my nickname from that moment on? That was sad. But all I got was people mocking me all day and a D minus.
全班哄堂大笑，我尷尬無比地站在那裡。我該說 Dumble 從那一刻就成了我的綽號嗎？明明很令人難過。但一整天，我得到的只有大家的嘲笑和一個 D-。
I decided not to suffer on my own and came to my parents. They frowned when I told them I nearly got an F. But, as I told them about my vanishing-letter problem, they decided to take me to an eye doctor.
我決定不要獨自承受，於是找上父母。我告訴他們我差點拿到 F 的時候，他們眉頭都皺起來了。但當我告訴他們我遇到文字消失的問題，他們決定帶我去看眼科。
She checked my eyes and confirmed that they are absolutely okay but proposed a visit to another doctor who specializes in learning problems. He was a very nice person who listened to me attentively and asked me to show how I write.
I did my best but failed because I was too nervous, maybe. There I said I could draw what I saw instead. I liked to draw a lot, and I guess it was the only thing I was brilliant at. I drew things just how I saw them.
The doc told my parents that I had a talent. And they seemed very impressed seeing it themselves. He then said I had dyslexia, and it is a chronic condition that can be improved but not cured. And I needed to adapt to the studies somehow.
He gave recommendations to prolong my test timing and to use more audio materials. But after some time at school, I understood that I lagged behind. And everyone was mocking me for this. It was hard to concentrate on the subjects. And my marks went down even more.
Thus, my parents enrolled me to another school that specialized in individualized creative teaching. That's how I found out I am actually pretty smart. I had a tutor who adapted all the studies to my visual comprehension. I've got creative tasks of drawing some process or rule instead of describing it in written. I got audio books instead of textbooks. And also I got art classes, where I became the best at once.
I am still far from finishing school. I'm in my early teens. I can say that I know what I want to be; there is no choice. I want to be an artist because it is the thing that I enjoy most in my life.
I'm sorry that I can't fulfill the dreams of my parents, who expected me to become a top student. But my dyslexia decided for me, and they have accepted the fact.
But for dyslexia, I would have to study all those things I'm not so good at, and probably struggled to have the possibility to do what I like, which is drawing.
Now I can say that I am happy. And let those letters fly away; I am better without them.
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