Being a teenager with a handicap means having to laugh along with the rest of the class when they are making fun of me, because maybe I read or spelled a word wrong, or perhaps performed badly in a ball game. When my classmates ask me to explain why I do silly things and I tell them it's because I am dyslexic, they ask, "What's that?" When I tell them I turn words back to front or leave words out when reading because my "wires are crossed," the reply is, "Then you are stupid, aren't you?" I've had to cope with this all my life, but with the constant help of my parents, I have managed to handle difficult situations and not come out of it too badly.
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Youth Magazine · May 1982 · Volume Vol. II No. 5 · No. 05, 1982
