Oct 4, 2022
todays a battle against my adhd and dyslexia to actually be able to read the words on my assignment
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todays a battle against my adhd and dyslexia to actually be able to read the words on my assignment
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Nico: I can't be happy. There's no "i" in happyness.
Will:
Will: There is if you spell it right.
Me, a grown adult who still doesn't remember my directions half the time:
I'm right handed, meaning the side opposing to that has to be my left, and-
Inside out (But It's Dyslexic and ADHD) P.S This Actually Happened To Me.
"Good morning, sister Eggbert!"
"Morning, Anileah. Can you take attendance today?"
Drama *yelling into the intercom*: AAAAHH! CODE RED, CODE RED! I REPEAT, WE HAVE A CODE RED!"
Social Skills: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down. We'll just use the chalkboard excuse. We've seen plenty of kids use that excuse before.
Self Doubt: It's not gonna work. It's a whiteboard.
Mean Streak: You're kidding me. That's it, this is all your fault, Dyslexia.
Dyslexia: My fault? I didn't put the whiteboard there!
Mean Streak: Yeah, but everyone wouldn't be freaking out if we could actually spell something!
Dyslexia: I can't help it! My brain just shuts off!
Mean Streak: Exactly! Thanks to you, all our brains shut off, so thanks for that, thank you.
Passion: It's ok, Dyslexia. No one blames you. You help us out in a lot of ways!
Mean Streak: Speak for yourself.
"Sure, no problem!" I said, trying to ignore my pounding heart as I walked up to the whiteboard and picked up the marker.
ADHD: Wait, what did we just agree to do?
Mean Streak: Social Skills just agreed to get us all killed.
Social Skills: We had to say something! What was I supposed to do? Say no?
Everyone: YES!
Social Skills: Come on, guys, that would be uncooperative. We don't even have a valid excuse.
Mean Streak: Yes we do, and it's standing right in front of you.
Passion: Don't be mean, Mean Streak. Dyslexia's strengths just lie elsewhere. For example, did you know she is VERY creative?
Mean Streak: Oh, that's wonderful, Passion! Maybe she can write everyone's names in pretty cursive! Oh wait, she can't even read cursive, let alone write it.
Social Skills: Argue about this later, guys. Drama, got any other excuses for us?
Drama: Sure, sure, how about the fact that WE DON'T KNOW EVERYONE'S NAMES!
Social Skills: What? Yes we do.
ADHD: LOL, nope.
Social Skills: What do you mean, 'LOL nope'?
Mean Streak: You never actually introduced us to anyone.
Social Skills: Oh. Yeah, you're right. Sorry guys, that one's on me.
Drama: WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
Mean Streak: Of embarrassment.
Social Skills: Wait, there's Landon! We know his name.
Mean Streak: Yeah, but does cross-eyes over there know how to spell it?
"Hey Landon, come write your name down on the board."
ADHD: Oo, good call.
"Uh, isn't that whoever's taking attendance's job?"
ADHD: I take it back.
Sister Eggbert peeked up from her lesson plan, "Yeah, just write their names down as they come in."
ADHD: Busted.
Everyone: Will you shut up already?
Social Skills *taking deep breath*: It's fine, guys, we got thi- DYSLEXIA NO!
"Alright." I say, scribbling 'Landin' onto the board, cringing inside at how sloppy my handwriting was.
I cringed even harder when I heard Landon say, "Um, you spelled my name with an I."
"Oh, yeah, oops." I could hear the gears turning in my brain. "It's with an E, duh."
"Uh, no. L-A-N-^%$#@^*."
Drama: ABORT ABORT! He spelled it too fast! We already failed twice! Give up while we're ahead!
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah. Landon."
"No, no. How'd you spell it?"
"I just told you. L-A-N-$#%^$#. Landon. With an O."
I sighed inwardly with relief at the last sentence. Thank heavens I wouldn't have to ask him to repeat himself a third time.
"Oh, of course! I knew that." I said, trying to laugh it off.
Mean Streak: Dyslexia, not cool.
Social Skills: Yeah, I gotta admit, Dyslexia, that... that was painful.
Passion: It's ok, Dyslexia. One person at a time. Who's next?
Social Skills: Coltrin.
ADHD: YES! My main man Coltrin! We had WAY too much fun sitting next to each other.
Mean Streak: Yeah, that's why sister Eggbert separated you two.
ADHD: Ah, good times, good times.
Social Skills *ignoring ADHD and Mean Streak*: Ok, but this time we're gonna ask him how to spell it BEFORE we attempt to. Ok Dyslexia?
Dyslexia *not paying attention*: Col-trin. Coltrin. Is it with a K or a C?
"Yo Coltrin, how do you spell your name?"
Coltrin lifted his head up from where it was nestled in his arms on his desk, "Seriously, bro?"
Drama: *passes out*.
Mean Streak: Great, now he thinks we're an illiterate idiot.
Self Doubt: Are we?
Passion: No! Of course we aren't!
Social Skills: Ok, ok, I admit, things look bleak, but I can get us out of this.
Passion: Actually, I was thinking we'd let ADHD try.
Everyone except ADHD: WHAT?!
Passion: Well, he does know Coltrin best. Aaand, he's already at the controls...
"Yes, seriously. Dude, Landon literally spells his name like someone misspelling London. For all I know, you spell your name with a C!"
"Dude, my name is spelled with a C."
"C what I mean?!"
Coltrin gave his signature lopsided grin, "Heh, I C what you did there."
I grinned right back, "Dude, you C right through me."
"No one C's you the way I do."
"Duuuude."
"Duuuuuude."
Mean Streak *facepalming*: Great. Now EVERYONE in the class thinks we're idiots. Nice going ADHD.
Social Skills: Actually... ADHD managed to handle a potentially awkward situation with humor.
Mean Streak: Yeah, stupid humor.
Social Skills: I mean, if it works, it works. Well done ADHD.
Drama: Uh, I hate to ruin the moment, BUT WE HAVE TEN STUDENTS INBOUND!
Social skills: Ok team, game plan. #1 from now on, we ask how to spell their names before attempting it on our own.
Self Doubt: What if they speak too fast?
Social Skills: There's no shame in asking them to repeat themselves more slowly.
Mean Streak: Yes, there is.
Social Skills: #2 no one listens to Mean Streak.
Mean Streak: Oh, so it's ok to listen to neurodivergent over there, but not me?
Social Skills: #3 we are going to ignore Mean Streak. And finally, to avoid this situation in the future, we will wait until at least three other students are in class before entering the premises.
Self Doubt: But what if we get here early? We always get here early.
ADHD: Easy, we sleep in.
Social Skills: And risk being late? No way. We'll just wait outside the class or hide in the bathroom or something.
Mean Streak: 'Cause that's not weird.
Social Skills: Whatever, we'll figure something out. Until then, we've got Marin coming in on the right. Dyslexia, does two R's look right?
Dyslexia: Hmm, no, that doesn't look right. I think It's just one.
"Um, it's just one R, Anileah." Marin said sweetly.
"Was just about to fix that."
Social skills: Ee! A cool kid knows our name!
Mean Streak: Of course she does. Unlike some people, she actually pays attention when someone introduces themselves.
ADHD: Don't look at me! How am I supposed to pay attention when Passion is using up all the memory space to remember everyones favorite color?!
Passion: Landon just changed his to blue last week.
ADHD: Whoa. Seriously, how'd you know?
Social Skills: Right. Well, good call, Dyslexia. Passion, the two boys behind her-
Passion: One of them's Noah, the other's Jacob... I think.
ADHD: Naw, Jacob's the tall one who sat down like five minutes ago.
Drama: Five minutes ago?! WELL, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!
ADHD: I thought you already got him.
Social skills *going through the list*: No, I don't see any Jacob. But there's a Joey. We don't have a Joey in our class... Dyslexia?
Dyslexia: Sorry! I didn't know if Jacob was spelled with a K or a C, so I just put Joey. That's short for Jacob, right?
Social Skills *dragging a hand over her face*: No, Joey is short for Joseph, not Jacob.
Dyslexia: W-what?
Social Skills: Try both. *speaking slowly* J-A-C-K-O-B. See if that looks right.
Several agonizing minutes later, after attendance has been successfully completed (more or less).
ADHD: There's something off about Jacob.
Social Skills: Really? He seems fine to me.
ADHD: No, not the boy, dingbat, the name.
Dyslexia: There- there is?
ADHD: Yeah, your J is backward.
Dyslexia: No. Gosh, please no!
ADHD: Mmhm, and your K.
Dyslexia *groaning and burying her face in her hands*: Oh no...
ADHD: J.K! Ha! Get it? Cause I said, your J and K were backward! J.K!
Everyone: SHUT UP!
The End
Just remembered somethings my old teacher used to tell me about my dyslexia
“You’re to smart to have that”
“I don’t even know what dyslexia is, it might not be real”
“Just read more”
“You just need to worry about the other kids” (I often had to teach in that class, she gave me the teachers manual for stuff)
“But your test scores are to high for you to have a problem reading”
“Your comprehension is to good”
“So you only confuse b and d right?”
“Read faster, just keep up”
“This isn’t like you, you do so much better in math”
“You don’t have to cry, it’s just one little test, it doesn't really matter”
“Just help the other kids read”
“But you can read, just read then you'll be able to spell”
“Just read outloud how you read when you read silently”
“Shouldn’t you be done with your book by now?”
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(Kaminari sitting with a child with a book in his lap)
Sero: he’s teaching him how to read
Mina: Aww that’s sweet!
Kaminari: wa- wat- this is hard
Child: it’s ok, just sound it out
The most infuriating part of being dyslexic is when you get that obnoxious red line under a word you KNOW how to spell but can’t tell where the typo is.
Cant stop thinkin about the fact that my 6 year old niece taught herself how to read, it blows my mind like i can barley get the words right usually i add or take away letters