The stories from my childhood, the ones that make me what I am today, that replay in back of my head daily, that my dad is proud of me for today, to follow me for my entire life, those stories are of my difference. The stories that shape me into who I am today, it's not like I can ever forget them and they are glued to me. Those stories are of the difference that won’t ever leave my side. It all started when my parents tried to teach me to read. When in pre-K when my dad would try to get me to read with him. I was good at it but there were flaws, flaws that carry with me until first grade. I remember when everything went down. Confused, my parents didn’t understand what was going through their daughter's head in school. Why was she confusing …show more content…
I had improved so much my dad had taken me to a new person to be tested if the dyslexia was gone. The lady worked in the Texas children's hospital in the psychology unit. They specialized in the kinds of testing that I was getting. This new lady stepped out and introduced herself as Ms. Hazel. Ms. Hazel had blond hair, she was tan, tall, and had a British accent. At that moment I was nervous what I had ahead of me. The long week ended, results came in and there was some improvement, but the dyslexia wasn’t gone. My world was crushed, I had years of tutoring before I could remove the pain in my side. Vigorously, I worked harder and harder at Ms. Cindy and tried to preserve my problems. By this time it was the 6th grade, I worked as hard as I could in tutoring. Surprising, my dad asked me if I wanted to stop tutoring. I was puzzled at this question. He told me that it was time for us to move on because I had worked hard enough to stop. Bringing me back to this day right now. My whole dyslexic story had made me what I am today. Without it I wouldn’t be the hard worker I am today. Even though dyslexia might be the incurable pain in my side, it taught me how to be
As an Assistant Teacher in a public school, I was assigned to a fifth grade student who was having problems with reading and writing. John came to me late in the school year and his reading abilities were that of a first grader. I became disheartened because I thought it was unfair to me given his situation and the time factor. Instead of immediately think of ways to move him forward, self got in the way and I became overly concerned about what my peers would say about my abilities if John did not advanced. Because I was seeking self praise, I lost sight of the main objective and as a result the child suffered. I was backed into a corner and had no answers or solutions to the problem. It was not until late March, two months later, that I realized that I needed to shift gears. I...
Alison’s story is the perfect example of what many families must go through when faced with the possibility of having a child diagnosed with a learning disability. Alison was not diagnosed with visual and auditory dyslexia until the summer before entering college. However, while still a toddler, her symptoms had been brought to her mother’s attention by her sister’s teacher. Alison’s mother then noticed her habits in repeating words incorrectly and how Alison would need tactile clues to follow directions. At the recommendation of her kindergarten teacher, Alison was tested for learning disabilities and the results from the school psychologists were that she was acting stubborn or disobedient. Her family did not stop with the school’s diagnosis. They had private testing completed that confirmed Alison did not have a specific learning disability. The final word came from a relative that happened to be a psychologist. He insisted Alison would grow out of her difficulties. So Alison continued on with her entire elementary, middle and high school journey as a student and daughter with an undiagnosed learning disability.
When you walk into a room of people look around you at everybody. Can you pick out one or two people who suffer from a learning disability? Simply by looking at me Could you tell I do. Even educators did not realize that I had dyslexia. Unfortunately, they did not see the signs. I would like to share with you, how I have endeavored obstacles throughout life and still do, to this day.
But of course, the voices of my aunts and uncles were always in the back of my head: "you're not smart" , "you're not trying hard enough", "you're not good enough", "just give up". And the fear of failure would make me nervous when a test was around the corner. I couldn’t ask my parents for help because they weren't literate in English and they were only Spanish speakers. I couldn’t ask my brother he was always playing outside with his friends and I couldn’t ask my cousins because they would only make fun of me and tell their parents. So, there was a time I stopped asking for help. My parents saw my struggle so they signed me up for afterschool tutoring. I didn’t know what to expect, I just hoped I would get the tutoring I need to pass my classes. The tutors were so understanding and they didn’t just have homework tutoring but activities for learning which were fun. They also had books they read to us and they made the big kids read to the little
My family and I discovered I had dyslexia when I was in the second grade. Honestly, it was quite a traumatic event. What was an eight year old little girl to think about a doctor telling her “she was retarded” (that she had dyslexia.) I pondered long and hard about the diagnosis, but soon learned to accept it. I made it my goal to overcome my dyslexia. That’s the amazing thing about me and actually one of the few factors that drives me to work harder and not be a dyslexic statistics. I knew was an anomaly. I was called out to be different and took pride in the fact that I blossom with every challenge I encounter. My goal now was to always be different: someone who proved the expected failures of dyslexic wrong. I wasn’t “retarded” and I
School was an overwhelming place for me as a child. The teacher told my mother many times that I was great at socializing, although, I took too much time cleaning my desk and thus never finish the assignments. The teacher would send me home with simple books to practice reading to my mom. I would bring them home to read to my mom, but my mom never wanted to listen to me read and so I never practiced reading. She later told me that she felt they were “stupid.” To this day, I wonder if she knew the effect she had on my reading development.
"I'm just starting my sophomore year in college.... I first knew I had a learning disability when I was in first grade. A learning disability is like any other disability, but in this case it's the learning process that is disturbed. There is something that's stopping me from learning in the average way. I know it's not that I can't learn. I can, but I learn differently and it's often much harder for me....
The most common learning disability in children does not affect only one aspect of their lives, but alters nearly every measure. Dyslexia inhibits one 's ability to read, write, and spell. About 5 to 20 percent of children attending school have some sort of a disability involved with reading. When thinking of a condition that contains no cure, such as dyslexia, you may imagine a lifetime of complications and difficulties; although, dyslexia does not damage a person’s ability to learn, it merely forces them to grasp ideas and think in their own original way. Multiple obstacles can potentially arise, but successfulness and intelligence tends to prevail, and has in multiple situations. Numerous well known people have personally suffered through
From a very young age my family never really enforced reading on me and my siblings. When I started school it was every difficult to understand what to do because English was not my first language, and I also had started school four months late. Everyone in my class already knew the alphabet, there numbers, and also how to spell their own name. I was the only one that didn’t know how to do any of that. My teacher would get mad at me for not learning it quickly enough to be at the same pace as the other children. My teacher began to grow more and more impatient with me and I became very scared. When it came time to do my homework I would
Learn how to be reading was the most difficult task for me as a child, I almost lost first grade. I used to hate study, and the only thing that I cared about was play with my friends of childhood, until I found the book that motivate to learn to read. Perhaps, I would not have hated to study so much, if it was for the fact that my friends and myself, playing for hours and getting so much fun. We used to ride bicycles, play tag, soccer, basketball, and none of my friends like to study neither. Everything change when I was looking for a soccer ball in my house, and my mom told me that she brought me a book. First, I told my mom that I didn’t know how to read, and I wasn't interested on it. my mom told me that if I looked at the book,
Everyone must face challenges in life, but it is how we respond and the assistance we receive that mold us. When I was five years old I was diagnosed with a learning disability called Dyscalculia. My learning disability affects my ability to understand numbers and learn math facts. I was lucky in that my difficulties in math were recognized while attending Pre-K and my family had the financial resources to get me assessed. Others, due to social inequality, are not as privileged. Some individuals do not receive an evaluation until they are in post-secondary education or adults in the workforce. Other individuals with learning disabilities may never receive an evaluation, and go through life never knowing why they have difficulties with academics or why they may be having problems in their jobs or relationships. There often appears to be a gap between the individual’s potential and actual achievement. This is why learning disabilities are referred to as “hidden disabilities”. The individual may appear perfectly “normal” and seem to be a very bright and intelligent person, yet may be unable to demonstrate the skill level expected from someone of a similar age. With the understanding, support, and appropriate interventions, my learning disability did not prevent me from becoming a successful student and adult. The support the NAMI organization gave me and my family in a time of need is another example of how a helping hand at the right time can make all the difference. I am
My setback began in 1st grade. My teacher told my parents that I was at risk for dyslexia, a learning disorder that could affect any student in many different ways when it came to their
A child that is having a problem reading even after lots of help from both parents and teachers can be traumatic for both the parents and the child. At some point, the parents probably start to think that the child is just being lazy and not trying to read. It may not be the child, school or the parents fault the child may have a reading problem called dyslexia. What this mean is that a child with dyslexia has a neurological condition that causes a different way of the wiring of the brain. (International Dyslexia Association website). Having dyslexia does not mean that a child will never read, but it does mean that this child will learn to read in a different way than most children of the same age.
I have dyslexia, and reading has always been a problem. Teachers are supposed to lift your spirit they’re not supposed to tell you in sixth grade yours aren’t going to amount to anything or belittle you that scars a child I
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.