I conquered my dyslexia with help: every kid should get the same chance
I was a typical nine-year-old, obsessed with Lego, Transformers, and Peter Sterling. I was different in one way though. I had the reading age of a five-year-old.
That is to say, I was functionally illiterate.
There wasn’t anything physically wrong with me — my hearing and eyesight were fine — so my overworked primary school teachers concluded I was just not very bright.
But I was lucky. I had a mother who would not accept such a bleak diagnosis for her son. She insisted on a second, and then a third opinion. It was only then that I was diagnosed with dyslexia.
Read more: Sydney Morning Herald