Most of the time at school, I walked around in a state of confusion. I did not understand a lot of what people were talking about. Theories, definitions, and facts were part of another world that everyone else belonged to, except me. I was a stranger in the classroom, not understanding the language.
Growing up with dyslexia, ADD or ADHD was not an easy task. Most of the time, I was perceived as a problem child and more than once as a mentally challenged kid. I was suspended several times from school and had to take summer classes so I wouldn’t fail the school year. My academic years were so challenging, that for sure I was voted as the least likely to succeed.
Anyway, although I lived in a constant state of confusion, I refused to accept it or to give up. I learned to compensate my inability to read and write by being very social, outgoing and able to resolve complicated problems with simple solutions. My brain could not absorb complicated solutions, so I always had to find the easiest way out. My view about life was always completely different than anyone else’s. Even better, I was able to identify problems and solutions before anyone else.
Today, as and old man, I remain confused but realize that being an alien has become my biggest asset.
So,.. I am thankful for my weakness that became my strength.