- Why is the seat so far back? I thought I was the last person to drive this car. Why would I do this to myself?
- I’m so short! I can’t see anything! I am a child! Oh nevermind, i fixed it, I just bumped the mirror.
- Okay. Driving is super easy. Move cat! Oh my God, where is your self preservation! You should be afraid. Can I go yet? Are you still there cat? Oh, I see you.
- Am I on the right side of the road? Yeah, yeah. This is the side of the road I’m supposed to be on.
- There are no other cars… where is everyone? Has the apocalypse happened and I just didn’t notice? No, I would notice that.
- What if I am on the wrong side of the road and I just don’t know because there are no other cars? Is this the left or right? Which side am I supposed to be on?
- This could be how I die…
Just to clarify, I have never actually driven on the wrong side of the road, I’m a pretty safe driver. But the left and right confusion is real and it is something that I worry about every single time that I drive. I think I’ve mentioned this in blogs before and I know some other people with dyslexia who also get left and right confused.
Yesterday, after going to the store I realized, yet again, just how much a person can be affected by a learning disability. Growing up, at some point I got the idea in my head that since it was a learning disability, dyslexia wouldn’t affect me once I graduated. Part of me was really looking forward to being done with school so I would also be done with dyslexia. But here I am, done with school and still struggling. Just on a trip to the grocery store, I mixed up right and left, missed a turn because I thought the sign said something different, picked up the wrong kind of oil because I couldn’t read the hand written list I was given, and handed the cashier the wrong amount of money.
Yesterday was a bit of a slap in the face reminder that learning disabilities are disabilities. They don’t just affect classroom learning. They affect you everyday. Sometimes in little ways sometimes in bigger ways. Regardless, they are always there and will always be there.
Your abilities and disabilities are what make you you. Even though it can be frustrating, I am thankful for the way my brain works. I believe that I am this way for a reason, even if I can’t understand that reason. And I believe that you are you for a reason, whoever you are and whatever you think is wrong with you, remember that that thing adds to the beauty and uniqueness of you.