When I joined Facebook back in 2007 one of the first groups I “liked” was called something along the lines of ‘I judge you by your spelling and grammar’.
And this was true. I completely and utterly judged people’s intellect by their use of written language. I did this from a young age: I was the spelling superstar at primary school. To this day, typos jump out of a page at me.
This makes me cringe now. Why?
My third daughter appears to have dyslexia, or a phonological disorder as her speech pathologist calls it. The simplest definition of a phonological disorder being a problem connecting the sounds in words to the symbols they represent, i.e. letters and words.
Do you remember learning to read? This magical thing where you start looking at the alphabet and by 3 or 4 some of these letters mean something to you, and when you start school you are given home readers to take home every night. Somehow you go from reading along with your mum or dad “Here is the sun. Here is the bee.” and one day it all starts to click and you can do it by yourself.
For my first two daughters it was exactly like this, a magic process where suddenly they could read! Woo hoooo!
For my third daughter, no such luck. My third daughter aged 6 is bright and bubbly. A natural leader with a formidable spoken vocabulary. However by the middle of the year in Kindy I knew something was wrong. She recognised the letter P (which her name starts with), the letter T, and the letter S. And that was it. There was no way she was going to start to read when she couldn’t even recognise the alphabet.