Hello Humans of the internet. I haven’t posted in awhile. You may have noticed that or maybe not. I don’t know how regularly you read this blog. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life and that has caused me to take a thinking moment. I’m going to be 24 in 2 weeks (March 12th) and I’ve never actually sat down and thought about what I want for my life. And I always tell high school kids not to worry about that, that they have plenty of time to figure it out, but now I’m almost 24 and most of my friends are married and or parents. That’s not to say that I want to be married with kids right now. I love my boyfriend and I love our relationship, obviously relationships grow and change, but I’m not trying to rush things.
Most of what I want to share with y’all is what I was thinking about my blog. This place: Dysadventures. I’ve put a lot of thought into it because even when I’m posting super inconsistently as I tend to, I always put a lot of thought into this little corner of the internet.
Here’s the thing: I don’t want to keep talking about dyslexia.
Now, why don’t I want to keep talking about dyslexia? Oh that’s a really good question and I feel like it would be easiest to explain if you go all the way back to when I first started the blog all the way back in 2015. In 2015 I was in college and I was discouraged. School was hard for me because of the whole being dyslexic thing. Peers and teachers told me things that made me feel like I was less intelligent person because of dyslexia. I didn’t want anyone else to ever feel like that. I wanted younger people with dyslexia to know that there was nothing stopping them from succeeding. And I wanted everyone to know a little more about dyslexia so that they didn’t make assumptions if and when then meet someone with a disability of any kind.
So I talked about being dyslexic at college, then about being dyslexic while studying abroad, and about being dyslexic as an adult in the work place. And in the past year I’ve started to notice something, I’ve been running out of new stuff to say about being dyslexia. I’m dyslexic, yes it will affect me my whole life and I will never stop being dyslexic, but it just doesn’t bother me anymore.
I can’t tell right from left
I’m really bad at directions
Then number 3 confuses me
But none of these things affect me as much because I don’t care so much if someone knows that I’m dyslexic. I actually don’t care at all. I’ve asked complete strangers to help me read stuff and I don’t feel embarrassed and the people almost never care or judge. I mean there are 100% people who are total jerks. It just doesn’t bother me any more. Being dyslexic is no longer my defining characteristic. I’m not a girl with dyslexia. I’m a graphic designer, a critter lover, a dog mom, a fish keeper, a caffeine addict, a church goer, a pokemon fan, costume maker, renaissance faire lover, girlfriend to the most amazing loving man, an adventure lover, a big dreamer, a person who happens to have dyslexia. So, I don’t want to blog about dyslexia anymore.
So, I have been putting a lot of thought into this. Do I want to stop blogging? Should I change the name? Should I start a different blog? Should I take a break and then decide? Here’s what I came up with:
I love blogging. I’m never gonna stop being dyslexic so I think I can keep the name Dysadventures. Now I did think about trying to have two blogs, like one that focuses on dyslexia and one that focuses on all the other aspects of my life. But I have a hard enough time keeping up with one blog so that seemed like a no. And I feel like I’ve already taken a bit of a blog break to just sit and think about stuff. So, I think I’m just gonna blog about what brings me joy and hopefully that brings y’all joy too. (I do feel like I’ve been slowly shifting towards this for awhile now. I just wanted to officially just bring an end to that chapter of my life.) I don’t focus on dyslexia anymore. I’m focusing on life.
I hope you’ve made it this far. I hope that you stick around. If not, that’s cool too.