Growing up, as a boy with dyslexia was tough, this was before Taare Zameen Par. You would think teachers would be more understanding about a learning ability but I was always called “lazy” or “stupid”.
Math, science and my second language (Hindi) were very difficult for me. Being left-handed with bad handwriting made my dilemma a lot worse. I remember one day in Physics class, my handwriting was atrocious, so this teacher came up and called me a “retard” and a “spastic” she threw all my stationary in the bin and insulted me furthermore. This was an extreme case but for the most part it was always like I’m a lost case that will never amount to anything and as the years went by most gave up on me. When I saw equations on the board, my mind would go blank, I would try my best but nothing worked. With Hindi, all the letters looked similar and I could read but I could not comprehend what I was saying, I tried to memorize an entire language with wasn’t the right approach in hindsight.
As I went on in life, I cleared my exams until I reached college where I completely broke down until there was one particular journalism teacher, the only one who told me he saw potential in me. It had been a very long time since I had heard that from a teacher. I thought if somebody that I admire so much believes in me this much, then I can do anything. I wouldn’t be here writing this article, if it weren’t for him.
In this country, there are still a lot of teachers who refuse to accept the reality of dyslexia. To those students, don’t’ give up, there will be name calling and there will be despair but there will also be someone who will come along that will believe in you more than you believe in yourself and that is when you will understand that you have so much to give to the world, something that can never be measured.
– Ian Lobo