Feeling different than others

The beginning of my education there weren't many signs of Dyslexia appearing. I was tested a few times later on and I was told there was a possibility that I was in fact Dyslexic but at that time the learning "disorder" was not easily detected. The reason I was guess would be the  lack of research done on Dyslexia and people in general did not know much about it. The normal thought that came to everyone's mind was you read backwards and flip letters if you were Dyslexic. What they do not understand is that is just a small indication of Dyslexia.

Dyslexia is a much larger difference in the way the brain processes data  (this is called the decoding process). I normal person, meaning someone without Dyslexia uses the majority of one side of their brain. A Dyslexic brain uses close to 50% of both sides of the brain at the same time. If you were to look at the brain patterns it would be lighting up like a Christmas tree during a decoding process. In addition to using both sides of the brain, it takes the eyes twice as long to process data and send it to the brain to be translated. For this reason decoding unknown words may take twice as long to understand and decode. I like to call this process "reading lag". The reading lag is why when a teacher asked a student that is Dyslexic to stand and read out loud. They might as well ask the student to commit a horrible crime because the emotional feeling and stress it causes is about the same. I remember when my teachers asked me to read aloud I would always say I forgot my glasses at home, I had to use the restroom, or anything to get out of doing it. It causes alot of stress and embarrassment.

I didn't detect that I had something different about me until I reached the third grade. I would guess it was the increased amount of reading or even math. At the beginning on my schooling English and reading were my biggest nightmare. Later on in high school and even into college English was actually my strongest skill and my mathematics were horrible.

I changed schools a lot growing up. I started at the school my mother taught at then moved to a private school from third grade to fifth grade. I changed from the private school back to public from sixth to ninth. I finally made it to high school but again changed to another high school after my parents moved to a better part of town. I went there until I graduated and went to the local community college for several years.

The hard straight punch of life hit me in middle school and kept hitting me dead in the face all the way through high school. I will talk about that a little later. I hope you have enjoy my story thus far.