Dyslexia effects written and speaking, sounding words out, reading and sometimes math's, especially word problems. Small words can be seen as completely different words. Like no as on or left as felt. Words can either blend together, space moved, rearranged. Dyslexia isn't something that goes away on its own or that a person outgrows.
That's it in simple form lol
my words are maily rearanged and when i write i rearange sometimes and have spaces. i do in typing too. alot of times i say things backwards too. not like yada but like.. it just don't came out right. my basic math's is ok as long as it's not large numbers, mutipling or diving. Algerbra just gives me head aches. no way i'd get threw Al with out tutars.
In first grade no one in my reading group liked me. I caused them not to get stars and straws and that meant our group didn't get suckers at the end of the week when all the straws were counted up. I was called stupid and told I shouldn't go to the library with them cuz I couldn't read. When I cried cuz of what they said they just ganged up on me and called me a cry baby. There was a girl in my class but I can't remember her name but she was nice. She would tell on the kids. Tell the teacher (cuz all this happened when she had her back turned) she'd tell her I was crying and upset and my teacher would ask me who was calling me names or what was wrong and I wouldn't talk up. Then the kids would start tattling on each other and it was my fault. The teacher would tell them to hush or she'd pull sticks (they were popsicle sticks with stupid smile stickers on them) If she pulled some one's stick they got mad at me.
It wasn't any better in 2nd grade either... we started having f*ning spelling tests. I lost my teams their spelling games and they all hated me. Math got harder too and in 3ed grade my mom was getting mad with the school cuz they wouldn't test me. My teachers would write her letters saying I was not trying and stuff. In 3ed grade my teacher didn't want us to count with our fingers. We were supposed to do it in our heads and I never finished my math . It was always sent home to finish for homework. My mom told them she was going to get me tested and if she was thinking right (cuz it runs in her family) that she was taking me out of the school. And she did and she put me in private school. I had a teacher that came a couple times a week to tutor me.
The other grades weren't so bad. In 4th grade (or 5th ) I don't remember but it was on of my teachers. When I didn't finish she would have to sit out sometimes on play time to finish my work(usually math). Some of the girls that liked me would try to help me and get into trouble.
Our teacher would say out there names and tell them not to come near me until I could go play. I was asked to be a girl's boyfriend in the 5th grade......or 6th.. It was one of those grades and on the playground they'd come up and grab my hand and walk around with me. Lol I think it was like 4th or 5th grade. Lol every day I had me a different girl hahaha and the guys liked me cuz I helped them win in games. Sports.. Girls would get made at me cuz I'd stop walking around with them and go play soccer or play games and run and shit. I was also in a soccer league so... yea. Socially I was doing better but work wise.. I was still slow.
Mom put me back in public school in 7th grade and I had what was called black classes. A tutor type teacher followed my schedule and instead of study hall I went to her class room for extra tutoring. The one I had in 8th grade thought me a few tricks. Like with the word their. Their with a I.. means to be used with people. Cuz I is a person. But the NO I is for places. She thought me some math tricks too. I still had a few kids laugh when I couldn't sound out a word or read a word but they got wrote up for it. Still hurt my feelings tho. I hated reading out loud. If they never made me read out load no one would have known I suck at reading. I held it in pretty good at school but when I got off the buss and hit the drive way I'd start cring.... And she was there waiting on me. Waiting to make me "fill better". that bitch.!.
*sigh* 9th grade hell...... in 7th grade ash met a girl in her class and got to be school friends with her and I got to be school friends with her .....stupid Becky bitch... Becky sexually harassed me with notes but I didn't know it was her. I had a fucking English teacher that made us read out loud all the F8n time. I sat and wished and wished she wouldn't; make me read. I stressed over going to that class. I was told a lot I was slow and they'd actually say no not him. when she said my name. when I tried to sound shit out people would get impatient and just go on and say the word. I hated it when my math teacher made us come to the board to work a problem too. But they were more mean about the not being able to read than messing up in math. At lunch I'd get ash and some friends to help me with my math home work.... Lmao usally they just game me the answers to them. Now I had a grouped of jr and sr guys bulling me. They made me tell them answers to work and I had a lot of mornings wondering what to do. I didn't do my homework all the time and if I did I don't know how correct it was. I wasn't a honor roll guy. I barley passed ..... It's a hard decision to make if I should get beat up for not giving them answers or if I should get beat up for giving them the wrong answers.. I usually went with the give them the answers tho.. At least that way I had some chance in maybe being correct and not being thrown in trash or spit on or slammed in a locker.
I know the bullies and Becky really have nothing to do with ly reading and crap but... they were added stress so....yea