I came to a stage of desperation getting people to see what it is living with a brain disorder called dyslexia. after I got asked to read up on it, no one else than trying to be helpful, or still asking to listen to what I am saying. It's not because I write that I am necessary a fluent writer. writing is so abstract that I had to resolve the problem, understanding the people who called me stupid. these where the people closest to me. among them my parents. I only realized that without the ability to write, society will carry on pushing me down in a slow death. so I spend a life fighting and it just doesn't stop!
