Jul 25, 2025
Growing up dyslexic and not knowing about it felt like running a marathon with sticky shoes, but no one believed me. They all assumed it was something else: my immigrant parents, teachers thinking I just couldnāt read or write, or others just assuming I was stupid.
In the end, it was a mix of ADHD and dyslexia that I somehow managed to hide because of bullying and constantly trying to overachieve to please my parents. And because teachers simply just didnāt care.
Knowing this now makes me mad. It upsets me so much, because it made reading and writing, something I loved, so hard. People just told me not to do it, because I was ābadā at it...
Please don't let other people tell you what you can and can not do.
