At junior school, older boys used to
tease me as I could not say my alphabet;
which I knew, but could not get out,
as verbally I also mixed up letters,
so when I started A, p, c,..
it just ended up a shambles,
I was soon the but of many
and got new names like dwarlers,
thicky, nutcase and many more.
Sometimes the teacher were equally
harsh, one beating me over
the left hand repeatedly for making mistakes
and for writing with the left hand,
until the hand was so damaged that
I could no longer hold a pen or pencil in it.
I remember once during PT class,
us playing soccer with the class above us,
and me tackling one of the great sports stars,
and coming away with the ball,
he never heard the end of this,
wow you were tackled by Dwarlers,
that useless thicky.
Strange, all of it,
as I was seldom outside of the
top three in my class academically,
but that is how dyslexia works,
with all my work coming back with
a huge amount of red pen
showing the huge number of