Me and my Dyslexia

Dyslexia and I always have had a good time together. Till date, every game that takes to hit a target via another medium, namely a ball,an arrow takes me a lot more time to adapt myself to the game than an ordinary hence a smarter person would take, thus pushing me to play it harder, longer and giving me an addiction for it pretty soon. Writing was always difficult as a child - as difficult as reading.
Impatient mommie soon got me to a shrink, who mentioned there was a slight inappropriate co-ordination between my left and right lobe. A supposed underutilized left-hemisphere, and an almost out of service central canal of tissue in the brain, called corpus callosum.I use my right hemisphere instead of left to read and spell.
Now ordinarily when one reads,the left side of the brain matches a letter with its sound, handles information that comes into the brain in strings, like the sounds in a word: one letter after the other, rather than like a picture where you see it all at once, separate a word into its individual sounds and understand the syntax of it. The right hemisphere is different. It deals in areas and space and patterns. It doesn't understand parts of speech, and can't keep track of letter-order in spelling.
Thus, I was taught to draw externally because my brain could not and possibly can not handle information codes and one day, it opened the world of wonderful colors before me.I was taught to be patient with myself and take a longer time adapting and learning. Thus, I have few but a wonderful set of friends and we all try together when difficult times are around. I've also learnt the art of perseverance and to seek the deeper facts where my five senses coupled with my nervous system operate and when my brain fails me, they don't. It has helped me find a friend in me and I've always had a good time with myself whenever am with myself.

Life has not been easy but has always been fun and when I look back I've never suffered from a constant remorse. They keep changing from the remorse of a pot belly to forgoing an ice-cream and then in some time, they also sublime leaving behind powders that jolt a blast of laughter out of me and life again starts appearing as beautiful as ever.