Reflective Essay On Dyslexia

Looking back the English subject has never been something that came effortless for me. You can say it was more like a battle. Stumbling over words while reading aloud to the class, shortcoming of vocabulary in essays or just everyday conversations and not to mention the excessive amount of time it took me to comprehend a story. Having to read the page over and over just to earn a grasp of what was going on in the story. Not to mention trying to retain the information I had just read seconds before. All things pointed to, you guessed it, Dyslexia. What I thought at the time was an privilege being I got to get out of class, later became something I would be ashamed of. Although I have never let Dyslexia control me, it has affected me in many ways. When I was in the first grade I was diagnosed with the learning disability. There were many misfortunes that I had to learn to confront. One being homework. Homework always took twice as long to do as my siblings. I can remember sitting at the dinning room table for what seemed to be hours only getting up to use the bathroom. Many nights …show more content…
One of the many setbacks of having dyslexia is poor handwriting. As a female I always longed to have the big bubbly handwriting. Instead, my handwriting looks like a ten year old 's and unfortunately my spelling isn 't much better. While in grade school, I always dreaded the essays. Not that I don 't like to write but thanks to the proofreading with a partner. Passing along my essay to a classmate to read was something I was always ashamed of. Not only was I hesitant to hand over a page that had my thoughts and secrets on it, I had to hand over a page that had tons of mistakes. Once I received my paper back it would look like a two year old 's color sheet. Red circles and lines coated the entire assignment from beginning to end. Not to mention I wasn 't much of assistance when it came to trying to make