I had a “Friday Dyslexia Day” feature on this blog for a couple of months last fall before I ran out of things to say about dyslexia. As a point of clarification, I am severely dyslexic. The book I currently have out on sub is about a dyslexic 15-year-old. Before I started this blog, I had another blog specifically about dyslexia. Except I ran out of things to say about dyslexia pretty quickly and ended up blogging about writing and giving book reviews and doing all the things I do on this blog and it just felt pointless.
So I started this blog with the intention of only posting on that other blog when I had something dyslexia related to post. That lasted for a little over a year, then I decided to come out of the learning disability closet and start posting about dyslexia here. If I have a book about dyslexia come out, I should have a dyslexia platform and all that good stuff.
My intention was to take down the old dyslexia blog once I’d reposted a few of my favorite old blog posts. But even though I haven’t posted anything on that old dyslexia blog in almost a year, and I haven’t posted there regularly for almost two years, I still get comments from other dyslexics. People stumble upon that blog and feel connected to a larger dyslexic community. So I can’t take that blog down, ever. All I can do is try to make honest posts here too, so even more people can know they aren’t alone.
I just got an extremely gracious comment from a fellow dyslexic on this post I made in December of 2009. I’ve decided to repost it here for your enjoyment. Oh, and you should note that I intentionally never ran spell check for any of my blog posts at that other blog. Also know that I do run spell check now, and continue to misspell 1-3% of all the words I write.
Lately I’ve been impressed with the quality of my own spelling. When I started this blog, I decided not to run spell check, so that my non-dyslexic readers could experience the pleasure of sounding out everything they read. While my spelling isn’t always accorate, I did endure nearly four hundred hours of one-on-one phonix training as a child. So my guesses are always phonetic.
But here’s the thing. My spelling has improved. A lot. By cutting Wednesday’s post into word and running spell check, it appears I misspelled 10 out of 477 words. 98% accuracy isn’t perfect, but if that post was a spelling test, I would have gotten a high A. And the words that I did misspell were all really close. Spending 30 seconds running spell check, and I could have been error free.
I’ve noticed my improved spelling in my fiction writing too. I completed the first draft of my first novel about eight years ago. At that time, I misspelled about 25% of the words I attempted to write. I would have to stop and correct my spelling at the end of each sentance. And it would often take me ten or fifteen minutes to figure out the correct spelling of the words I wanted to use. But I can’t even remember the last time I made it to step ten in the dyslexic’s guide to spell check. Now my fiction is just as accurate as this blog. I type a couple paragraphs, zip through spell check, and move on.
I know that I still misspell a lot of words that the average twelve year old can write with no problem. But I railrly feel self concious about my spelling. I can limp along well enough to get my point across. And my failures tend to fall close enough to the mark that they are easily corrected.
So I was a bit shocked when my husband started making fun of my grocery list yesturday. It turns out, of the fifteen items I put on the list, two were spell correctly. His favorite was pretselz. Apparently that isn’t how it’s spelled.
I’m not sure why I can spell revelation without problem, but I still haven’t learned how to spell cheeze. My guess is practice. I’ve been spending more and more time writing. And after correcting the same word a hundred times, my guesses slowly move closer to the mark. But I never worry about making my grocery lists legible. Perhaps I just need to write a cook book. Then I might figure out how to spell orenges.