That sounds like the normal progression, right? The truth of the matter is... I didn't learn to read until I was eight years old, and now that I think about it; I was most likely closer to nine. I struggled in school, not only with reading and writing, I couldn't comprehend math at all.
Not much has changed with math, I will never be able to comprehend anything above basic math and I am so OK with that.
You see, I had been called a retard, slow, incorrigible and stupid. My parents didn't know what to do with me, hell I didn't know what to do with me. Being me wasn't easy, I struggled until I finally learned to read and write.
I wasn't officially diagnosed with ADD until I was 41 years old. I cannot tell you the relief I felt with that official diagnosis.
So here I am 42 years after those struggles with reading and writing, taking a chance and putting my thoughts out there.
Am I scared now?
Nope, not even a little.
My thoughts are just thoughts, whether you agree with me or not. It really has no bearing no what I post.
So I will post what I find interesting, and that is that.
