Dislexia and Color.

When I was younger I used to play a game. I would stare at something beautiful, like a sunset or a tree until I could see its face. It would become a live. I was ask the beautiful image for something.  Later in life I realized it was how I prayed. Sometime I would not ask for anything I would play with the colors on it in my mind. I would make the leaves blue and the sunsets purple and green. It helps me understand how colors can intertwine and blended together.

The problem was I look at everything this way. I did not (as still don't always) understand the differenced between art at science. Words can be used to tell beautiful stories, but in order to do so they must be rigidly allined in the proper order or their meaning ceases to exist. Writing is both an art and an equation. Learn the  equation that is the english language is something I am still working on.

A love affair.

What is Dyslexia?

For a medical definition of dyslexia you can click the link below.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002379/

For a my definition keep reading.

Dyslexia is like most things in life a challenge. Quite simply it make you see the world differently, you organize thoughts and images in a "different" way.

When I learned to read it was not as simple as learning letters a words. When I looked a page I saw letters and pictures flying all over the page. I had to learn to sort them and put them back in order.
I was held back in preschool, tested for dyslexia in eliminatory school and placed in Special Education in Middle school.  When I was twelve years old I was told I would not be able to graduate high school with you Special Ed.

Now it is important to note that I spent my Special Ed period writing notes to my friends because the teachers assigned to get me through middle school, could not help me with my 6th grade math homework.

Now this is not a story of wow and it is not a blog about suffering.

This is about moving forward.

I not only graduated from High school, I graduated from College with a 3.6 GPA.
More importantly I discovered Dislexia and art go together like chocolate syrup and ice cream. When I started to master my Dyslexia I was abel to see the words on a page for together into pictures of the story. Looking at a canvas I can see the brush strokes before I make them. I can move things in my mind and know how they would look.

Dislexia is frustrating because it is not understood. With a standardized  system in schools kids who learn differently often don't learn at all.  Different is not a bad word. It's okay to be different.