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reading hoarding in car-stupid
This is a story from my childhood and it it's a personal story. It has happened multiple
times as well, sometimes ends up really nicely and sometimes not so nicely. So this is the
story when we used to go for like a long trip, drive down to different places with my parents.
Or either work or like holiday and different things. So let's see what happens when we are
on that drive and what conversations we have between my parents and my siblings and all
of that. So we were used to go for, like, these trips. My mom used to make have some
educational games, which were a lot of fun. And trust me, these trips were. A lot of. Great
memories and still have them, but there are certain things that still stick around with me,
which was not great, and we still like sing, have fun. But sometimes we played a lot of
games and one of the games was that my mother would ask us to, like, read hoardings and
help us to, like, get accustomed to new words and read stuff. And those kinds of things.
That was her intention to keep it light. But there were moments where I would be able to
read. Everything very. Nicely and it would be like, wow, amazing achievement. I was able to
do it at one goal. Great, but sometimes it it would get very difficult. I would not be able to
read it. I would feel so much pressure in that moment and started and slowly, slowly
starting to feel. Shameful and stupid at the same time. And. I can't read it. I'm finding it
really hard. I would see my younger sibling read it easily and I am still struggling to like form
words and read it. I could not join sounds to form of the letters to form a word and new
words were very difficult to read. I read it very awkwardly. Like read it wrongly and hated
being on the spot at that moment. I know my mother's intention was to have a quick, nice
game, but it soon became nightmarish in between. Me. I felt quite embarrassed and
annoyed in my capabilities that why I can't read and what's the problem? Feeling quite
shameful. Guilty all of that feeling starting to creep in in that moment or following. That
moment and slowly, slowly, I started to come in terms with me myself. That OK? I
understand why that was happening after I discovered about dyslexia. This was all pre
diagnosis, so as an adult I stopped feeling guilty or shameful or stupid now, but there are
moments still I'm unable to read new words because unable to. That he did because of not
being able to join the sounds but stopped feeling pathetic and incapable. That's something
that I have. So yeah, that that's an improvement.
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