Dyslexia has been a word I've heard around Emily for a few months. When her teacher at the unit first mentioned it to her in passing, Emily grabbed on to it. She spent a weekend testing herself online. To me it felt like it could be just another thing she'd latched on to. Like she was looking for explanations and this was another potential candidate.
Today I went to the unit to meet with a specialist who has been carrying out a series of tests. I'm told Emily has a strong possibility of being severely dyslexic.
Some of the tests kids should do well and some not so well. Emily follows the correct pattern.
I had previously discounted any possibility of this and so had the rest of the family. How can someone be high achieving through junior school if they are dyslexic?
It seems the slower pace of early school, and our out of school encouragement to read and write, may have given Emily enough to get on well. She is, after all, a bright girl.
And then to comprehensive school, suddenly you are expected to work quicker and harder. No wonder the transition hit her so hard, adding bullying to the mix and you have a breakdown waiting to happen. Which as the rest of this blog tells you, is exactly what did happen.
As I listened to the specialist I realised I struggled with similar things. I'm told it can be hereditary, so now I wonder about my son, who, to be honest, has always struggled with school work.
So, here we are. There is no point in looking back. I have new information and I intend to use it to make things better.