The struggle of having dyslexia in my life: When I was little my parents could not understand why I had not learned to read yet. I also could not understand why so many of my friends could read but I couldn’t. My parents took me to so many appointments to figure out why I was having problems.
No one could figure how I could learn to read. When I was in school it was so frustrating that I could not read a book. I wanted to spend every summer with my friends and have fun but I had to go to summer reading programs to try to learn to read. I did not understand why I had to go. I wanted to hang out with my friends in the summer, but I couldn’t.
Finally, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I was so happy I finally knew why I couldn’t read. School was so hard for me because I did not want my friends to know. I was scared they would treat me differently. I always pretended to read so my friends would never find out. When my friends found out, some treated me differently and some did not care.
Still having dyslexia is a struggle. I know I have to work twice as hard. I may not like having dyslexia, but having dyslexia makes me who I am and I would not have it any other way.