Embracing Dyslexia Later in Life

I discovered I was dyslexic in my 40s — a revelation that explained so much of my childhood but came far later than I ever expected. Growing up, I struggled silently. Words twisted on the page, spelling felt like a code I could never quite crack, and pronouncing certain words was a constant challenge. At school, instead of support, I found myself masking my difficulties, driven by a deep fear of standing out for the wrong reasons. Continue reading...