Much of what Schultz describes will be heartbreaking to the
parents and grandparents of children struggling to keep up with their peers in
the classroom. Learning disabilities are
difficult to cope with – as parents and grandparents of children who suffer
from them, we already know that. What most
of us probably fail to understand fully is the emotional pain our children are
suffering as they deal with the social stigma of being different from the
majority of their friends and classmates.
Tragically, as Schultz stresses, these emotional scars are likely to
last a lifetime.
Schultz, poet that he is, has a beautiful way with words
that allows him to describe in vivid images what he has gone through, how he
very suddenly learned to read at age eleven, and how he must compensate for his
poor reading skills even today. Consider, for instance, his description of what
reading is like for him now:
As I read, a kind of subtle bartering
between uncertainty and hunger for knowledge goes on in my mind, in which I
must conquer a feeling of hopelessness and anxiety. I’ve learned to read the way a runner learns
to expect and find his second and third winds, the way an athlete pushes
himself beyond where it is comfortable to go.
I read word by word, sometimes congratulating myself on the completion of
a sentence, each paragraph and chapter,
Or this description of what it was like for him in the
classroom:
I understood that I was different from other
kids. I lived in a world of differences
measured not by appearances, wealth, or even intelligence. The world I lived in involved struggle for
control over my thoughts and actions. My
differentness felt freakish. My brain
wouldn’t obey me, nor my parents or my teachers. If I had trouble learning to read a clock,
know my left from my right, hearing instructions – things everyone else seem to
do easily – how could I trust my own thoughts or anything about myself?
Philip Schultz |
The good news is that there is hope for them – and Philip
Schultz proves it.
(Review Copy provided by Publisher)
I had a professor in graduate school who was very upfront about her dyslexia. She can only read 2-3 letters at a time before they start whirling or dribbling off the page. She had lots of tricks to help herself, though. She had dark glasses tinted a particular shade and we all had to turn our assignments in on this certain shade of light blue paper that she purchased. It was a specific shade of light blue. I tried to substitute it once and got my paper bounced back to me for a redo. This is a very long way of saying that I have the greatest respect and sympathy for all who struggle with dyslexia and also, that I am interested in reading My Dyslexia.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a story, Susan...and another great example of what is possible for dyslexia sufferers if they just stay with it and don't give up. This book has lots of "moments" working for it but it did lose me for a while when it started to focus on the poetry aspect of the author's life. Poetry simply mystifies me, and always will, I'm afraid.
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