Alone and Upset I Am Dyslexic
At first my family thought I was the funny youngest child, getting mixed up did not matter until I went to school
then the unhappiness started.
I cried every day, I was told off for crying at home, I thought I was different, then I thought I was stupid and then I was told I was lazy.I began to hate school, I started to self harm to avoid Thursdays spelling tests. I had panic attacks at 9 years old about going to school. My mother would shout at me and tell me that I was lazy and if I didn't buck up I would end up in a home where they sent all the funny people were sent and that I would be a burden to society
I cant write any more because I cant see the keyboard for tears