I was diagnosed with dyslexia from a young age, and I remember I struggled with the English language as well as a few other classes. Throughout primary and secondary school even though I was classed as dyslexic, I never got any help. I still also remember the day where my parents said I spoke German better than I did English. And in university, I had to take a second dyslexia test because they didn't believe me it seems. Lo and behold, I was still dyslexic.

In the many years of education, I've had to write an unknown number of 1000’s or long word essays about a range of things. Not only this, I am a voracious reader, mostly with graphic novels, but I do read a few paperbacks a year. And when it comes to writing, well as my young teenage years I used to write short stories and even poems but stopped once I hit the writer’s block.

These days, I still write, and I am in the midst of writing my own book and have several others planned. But to avoid burnout I write a small amount a day and I have been working on this current one for 3 years now.

Even speaking can be an issue at times, like a missed word here or a tripping over a word there in the middle of a sentence.



Even though I think about what I am going to say next, there are times where I just ended up missing a chunk of what I was going to say. There have been times in an important call or in the middle of a conversation where these have happened, but I just take a second and continue on, it happens and there isn't much I can do to change this, but I live on with it, trying to improve myself if I can at all.