One day, a famous pediatric neurologist, Dr Verret, said, in a medical school lecture hall that dyslexia and other language disorders were not diseases. He himself had dyslexia and that hadn't stopped him from becoming a specialist. What Dr Verret had just done was to give me back my legitimacy, to grant me the right to become who I wanted to be. I realized that one day, with a lot of work, by dint of hard work, I could not only become a doctor, but maybe, release my words.
By publishing my books, novels, short stories, poems, essays, a whole world opens up before me. No, the road will not be easy, but the destination is worth it. And to all parents of children with language deficits, I say, "Believe in each of them, never let anyone steal their dreams, not even themselves."
Personal legend :
I had hidden words for many years. Stories that were trying to be born. Stories to share. I had always written in secret. On scraps of paper, notebooks, placemats, in a restaurant or cafe. Now it was the time to release those words. To let them stand on their own two feet. Stop holding them back, because I was afraid of them, because I was ashamed of them.
I wanted to be an author, but in my eyes, I was the last person who could do it. Yes, I am dyslexic… and especially dysorthographic.
Sometimes, I can't figure out how the words are written at all. For me, words are images. I see their representation in my head. This is certainly one of the reasons for my penchant for the visual arts. It was less threatening for me to create artistic works to express myself. But the words still remained prisoners.