It is very difficult to live in a poor country where people do not fully understand some things that can occur throughout the life of a child(my dyslexia). you can be considered an ignorant, clumsy or just a bum who does not bother to learn. in my case, I was awkward in my class, even flunked first grade in elementary school.
confusing letters and numbers caused laughter among the other children and one other teacher. my mother took great pains to educate and teach me to read, write, speak and above all … my mortal enemy … jajajaaj. the maths.you can also see dyslexia profesional problem?
after several years my family took me to a child psychologist because i was traumatized by everything they did me and through this and several studies sent me to a specialist. woow dyslexia.
you who are reading just think about the following. being different is not a problem. being different is a blessing from God. do not humiliate or mistreat. help. Do not do what others do. be yourself!!!
Today for you tomorrow for me. help and you will be helped. Karma exists. ??