No matter how hard I pushed, no matter what I did
there was always a “NO” blocking the way. There is still that thought, that
maybe I could have pushed a bit harder. When thinking of my children and their
childhood, I wonder if an early diagnosis would have changed things. Then I
question myself, If only I had known somehow, done more and pushed
harder...
Shannon by the age of six was showing signs of
dyslexia, which I could blatantly see; although her teachers did not agree with
me. Her father was severely dyslexic, and I at the age of thirty-six had also
been diagnosed, and knew what to look for, where it seemed the teachers knew
nothing. They said they had done a ‘ten point score sheet’ and found she was
fine. They believed ‘she was just a slow learner’ and ‘she was being a little
bit lazy with her words’. It was only after I had decided to get an educational
psychologist to test her that they agreed she was indeed dyslexic and she was
put on the special needs register.
Caragh had made a friend and was doing ok in junior
school; she was close to top of her class. I always felt that the world did not
make sense to Caragh because she always seemed puzzled by peoples’
behaviour. We used to play a game called inside voice/outside voice, to try and help her not talk so loud at home. Making friends was her
priority: she used to try desperately to be friends with her peers, at any
price.
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