10. In my teaching years, writing ‘LSD’ in a note home from school to a family, when I meant ‘LDS.’
9. When I wrote I have ‘dsylexia’ to a job scout, on social media, in a note to a friend, on a disability forum, during this post earlier, and so forth.
8. The fact that I have checked the spelling of address, committee, and misspelling at least 500 times in my life, and that I consistently misspell homophones; as if I don’t know the difference between too and too, hour and our, their and there! (And in college, when the kind professor pulled me into her office, to teach me a trick about spelling separate. Hint: the two a’s are sandwiched between two e’s.)
7. The time two strangers (men) literally stopped me in their tracks with their shopping carts to start a conversation, because I accidentally wore that red sweater backwards; only later to discover my boobs looked like torpedoes.
7. As a 5th grade teacher, when a parent accused me of being careless and not caring, right after I had painstakingly worked on a recommendation letter for her daughter (my student) for two days; I spelled the child’s first name wrong.
6. The pastor with the (long) finger at the 4-Square church office, who went from, “I just got a message from God that you are a very, important blessing,” to “You know there are three errors on this flyer you made . . . here, here, and here.”
5. When dysgraphia was on the back of the first edition of my book cover, in the summary section, instead of what I really have: dyspraxia; I corrected it by second edition. And (today) when I wrote ‘afterward’ instead of ‘afterword’ in a social media post about the new section in my book.
4. When I texted my acupuncturist that I was waiting at his office—it was Tuesday, not Thursday.
3. When I forever signed my name in my classmates’ 1986 high school yearbooks in combination with the greeting: congradulations!
2. When my high school English teacher said, “I am very disappointed in you for hiding the spelling test answers in the pleat of your cheerleading skirt.”
1. The fact that I did not intentionally put two number sevens in this post (or two number sixes/I fixed that) and that I still use my fingers to count.
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Sam is the author of Everyday Aspergers: A journey on the autism spectrum.
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My young son has really got his head round having Aspergers. But he really struggles with having dyslexia. From his point of view Aspergers is whomhe is and Dyslexia is an embarrassing thing which needs hiding. The impact of dyslexia is sadly often under estimated.
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