There are points in my month where sitting down with a good book is something I just have to do... It's a compulsion... I'm an avid reader, but at this time I can read all night, grab a three hour sleep and then go write only to pick up a book again and start reading.… Continue reading Reporting vs writing
Category: Dyslexic tales
Actual events that arise from the dyslexia and how I cope or don’t
What? A new coping strategy…?
In a few days I am going to be forty and I thought that I knew all I could about my mental disability. I mean, I thought that there was no way it could throw up any more surprises, but I guess I was being a little naive. So I have been ill, I'm okay… Continue reading What? A new coping strategy…?
A social evening…
Most people will tell you that I'm not really much of a party animal, and they'd be right. When I was a young sprightly youth I did the raves and the nightclubs, but now I'm more about the conversation and the people I'm with. Not so much the dancing and the beat. So last night… Continue reading A social evening…
What must it be like?
Today I found myself wondering what it is like not to live without a mental disability. The last few days have been tough for me. My wonderful concoction of problems have been raising their heads and looking around. This means that I have found myself making silly mistakes, falling over and not wanting to socialise.… Continue reading What must it be like?
Do you consider yourself disabled?
That is what I saw on a form I was filling out. Do I? I mean technically I am but to I consider myself disabled? Oh, meet me in the street and you will see nothing. In fact you will probably notice nothing. I don't blame anyone for not. I do not have a neon… Continue reading Do you consider yourself disabled?
Fighting an endless war…
That's what it feels like today. My dyslexia is hanging around my neck like a massive stone and I feel weighed down by it. Everything is a struggle. My typing is slow and half the words are backwards or wrong. Why? I don't know. Sometimes the endless fighting gets on top of me. But it… Continue reading Fighting an endless war…
Reality and dyslexia
Reality has been encroaching on my week. In fact, it pretty much took over...But now the bills are paid and reality has disappeared to an annoying but persistent hum. So, I can start to write and draw again. Course if it had been a break then I would be rested and raring to go... Instead,… Continue reading Reality and dyslexia
A new look…
I was in the hairdresser today getting a new look; a load of layers that are designed to tame my shaggy hair. So far it is working. But while I was there I started chatting to the receptionist and I found out that the owner and hairdresser is also a dyslexic... That got me thinking.… Continue reading A new look…
Bad news…
Basically my funding application has been refused for my PhD. Which means that even if I am given a place I can't go, unless there is a sudden influx of money or some other funding comes available. Oh! Look! A flying pig and it's wearing a purple cardigan with pink spots... Okay - I'm being… Continue reading Bad news…
Forgetting secret Santa…
It was writing group day and I had got ready with cards and a secret Santa present... and then left them on the dinning room table. I didn't realise that I had until I got to the house where the meeting/party was. Instantly, I felt guilty. But, you know what, no one minded. When secret… Continue reading Forgetting secret Santa…
Kate Murray - Cleaver 