Type in your experiences here! We really want to hear your story and how you are dealing with dyslexia. Go to comments and you will find  the story about me, Lilja Carden, and the troubles I faced in my early years with dyslexia and how I have overcome spelling, reading, and bullying. Now it is your turn! Send your story to me at lecarden16@comcast.net and I will post it for others to respond on! If you have any questions, you can also ask me by sending a question!

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  1. My story started when I was in second grade, after a reading test. At that time, the kids in my class were just starting at read more fluently and reading more advanced picture books. However, I wasn’t. I was an extremely slow reader and could never seem to have a sentence come out correct. My teacher at the time thought I wasn’t trying hard enough and pushed me to read more and more. While that was happening, my mom noticed while I read to her, that I was trying as hard as I could but was adding in words in a sentence and the switching them around. That is when she had me tested. It turned out I tested positive for dyslexia.
    At such a young age, it really didn’t mean anything to me, but as I got older, no only did my test scores go down compared to the rest of the grade but I also noticed that everyone else was reading something a grade or two harder than I was. I was an overall positive and good student, so, in the middle of fourth grade, I raised my hand to volunteer to read aloud. I began and within the first sentence, I switched up the word “they” for “the” and then added an “in” to the sentence to make it sound like this- “They volcanos produce igneous in rocks they center.”
    I remember the sentence word for word because it was the first time in my life that every student in that class started to burst out laughing. They didn’t just find m mistake funny, they found it hilarious. I found it anything but funny. So I continued on making more and more mistakes. Every single time, someone would correct me or giggle out loud. By the end of the paragraph, I had a scar left in my heart that would last till this very day. I was ashamed, helpless and scared, yet it was only the beginning. Though I went to tutoring twice a week, I was bullied through fourth, fifth and even sixth grade. I would get comments such as “Your so weird! Why can’t you read? What are you, a baby?” or “Anyone can spell that!” even “Are you mental? Just spell it right!” Those were just the little insults. I learned to pull myself together and get through being teased. Mainly, because of my best friends and family. They saw me for who I was, and could looked pass the dyslexia. I had lots to offer for everyone. By seventh grade, I was very good at dealing with the dyslexia (Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here; I am still the worst speller and editor in the world.), I could read fluently without making many mistakes and could comprehend much better. That year, we were studying diversity in Language Arts, and for the first time, I thought I could actually tell someone my reason for poor reading. In the past, I was to afraid to let people know. I thought that they might be able to use it against me, like a weapon. This would be the first time I would make myself what I call “public” about my dyslexia. The only two classmates who I have ever told were my best friends. One of them commented “Just tell everyone why and that it is something that a lot of people had. Everyone will understand better and be more generous when you make a mistake.”
    I took this into consideration and decided to go for it. I was determined to get my story out there and release the secret. By the end of the presentation, I was smiling at the way my classmates took in the information. Some had shock, some were full of wonder, and some even showed a little respect in their eyes. Once they understood my situation, they could relate to events in the past and it didn’t make it seem so weird. The following year, I am writing my story on this page to give a message to all. Share your own story and others will understand. I found lots of support and even more people in my school with dyslexia that I had no idea about. I feel like I can a make a difference by just putting my story out there.

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