The worst being (to the husband) that they would find her and return her to him. :P She's only been gone a week and he already got rid of her stuff, remember? ;)
I think dyslexia takes a unique form for each person, right? Or it seems that way, at any rate.
Numbers are my issue. In math class I would open my book and literally be asleep on it in 2 minutes. I was 18 and going through adult education when a teacher (not even the school's math teacher, oddly enough) pulled me aside, took a look at how I work, and taught me how to do algebra with coloured pencils. In five minutes she fixed what years of schooling and teachers could not figure out. By writing out each step and using colours to highlight what particular part I was working on, the confusion stopped.
I think the best thing that can happen to dyslexia is for more and more people to be open about it. It's something that doesn't advance until we have a look at the problem in a new way. The math teachers I had been dealing with were all looking at my problem in the traditional way, and I was going nowhere. This other teacher took a moment to think outside the box and changed my life with what she discovered.
As for using dyslexia as an excuse... Sometimes people use it as an explanation, and that gets misunderstood as using it for an excuse. If someone points out a mistake of mine, I'll apologise, maybe make a joke about being dyslexic, and it's not because I'm using it as an excuse to get away from trying harder. It's letting people know what's going on because I don't want to be seen as an idiot; I want them to understand there's a valid reason behind the mistakes that has nothing to do with my intelligence or my ambition.
It's actually been my experience that dyslexic people are incredibly smart. Just look at the people in this thread! ;)
What I notice most about them is the feel of their skin. I love that velvety feel, love running my fingertips up and down the underside when we're just laying in bed together, watching a movie or talking. When things are heating up, before I wrap my lips around him I have to rub my cheek against it, brush my lips along it just to get that feeling before it gets wet and slick and an entirely new good feeling.
... on her left forearm, and some sense of self preservation caused her to listen to it's tiny shriek of warning. Unfortunately, in her tuck and roll to avoid the incoming...
One day, on the way to the store for milk.....
... I fell unsuspectingly into the arms of someone I hadn't expected to ever see again - my proctologist.
Understanding the ways and wanderings of house cats can be...
I love when people do these!
holy crap lol That's gotta be painful to whoever's phone it is...
Moot point is correct.