It is one thing to have fun, you know, enjoy yourself, but it’s another thing to be a total pain in the backside.  When I talked about enjoying school, I think I really meant I was a total pain in the backside. 

Dyslexia is embarrassing, well I mean I found dyslexia embarrassing, having to read out loud in front of your peers and suddenly losing all form of coherency is, well embarrassing.  Especially when there is neither rhyme or reason to the incoherence!  Reading mostly clicked later, but when I needed it, it wasn’t there!

Detention was better than handing in really awful written work, work written in a childish scrawl.  Then add in only using words you could spell as opposed to the words you wanted to use, you know the words you needed to use to express yourself, to answer the question you were being asked.  This time the word is humiliating as opposed to embarrassing!  Later tech or oral communication fixed it.  But at school, when I needed it, writing was deemed far too risky, what was ‘cooler’ being a rebel or being humiliated?

Yes I had a good time, but I didn’t do the things I needed to do: knuckle down, be self-disciplined, show humility, accept reality, do my best, or horror of horror tell someone I had a problem.  I didn’t do these things, I decided to have a good time, then one day the party finished, the balloon popped, the results arrived, then reality.  I’m saying this now not for me, I’m saying this now to raise awareness, and just maybe help someone else.

F fur freens till part laist time,

Towls thon bell till scater oot,

Finish aff tha yeir oo birth.