I received a nice compliment from a friend the other day. He said that he enjoyed my morning musings here on Facebook. He likes the way I write, but he called into question my claim to be reading challenged.
“Nobody who writes as eloquently as you could have a reading disability” he suggested.
I get that from time to time. I can write 1,000-word essay in 20 minutes, yet it would take me in excess of an hour to read one the same length.
I absolutely LOVE to write, and I can’t stand to read. Here’s a simple explanation as to why:
There are essentially two root causes of dyslexia. The first being an information processing disorder. The second being a visual processing disorder. The kind I live with is a visual processing disorder.
When I write, there’s no visual processing involved. Thoughts form in my head and get relayed, via synapses, from my brain to my fingertips, which then put them to pen or to keyboard. My eyes are not really involved. I can type with my eyes closed with good accuracy.
When I read, it’s a visual process. I see words first through my eyes, then attempt to form them into thoughts, via synapses which lead from my eyes to my brain. When it comes to words, those synapses are uneven tracks for information to glide upon. That’s okay. I can listen to books rather than read them, and I process the information better with my ears than I do with my eyes.
I share this for one reason; that you may have a child, niece, nephew, or grandchild who hates to read, but does well with writing. Often when a child dislikes or even fears reading, but is also a capable writer, he is seen by adults as being lazy, unmotivated, or as a child with lesser priorities.
Forcing a child who lives with dyslexia to read more in hopes he’ll just get better at it, is not the right course of action, and I assure you, it can be traumatic. It may be that he has a form of dyslexia rooted in visual processing. Get him tested. Get him help. Don’t be a dick. It may change his life – for the better… Jhciacb
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