Dyslexic and Dumb and Suicidal

so I was 6 when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. And I was 12 when I became suicidal. I felt like I had no point. I was sort of illiterate, and I had to be read to all the time. At first, I loved all of the attention, but then, I started to realize it was because I was hopeless.

At 12, there I was. In front of a knife. Ready to make the move while my parents were out for dinner and I was left with my big brother. After a tearful conversation with Justin, my brother, I realized I didn't kill myself because I was too weak to do it, but because I was too strong.

When I was 13, Justin went to collage like Mike did 2 years ago. I got all of the attention, again, but I began to pity it. I didn't have a crutch on my worst days. I was so afraid and I begged him to come back. But he was across the country, far away in Florida. I couldn't make him come back.

At 14, I devised a plan when I was talking to my mom. Every 8th of the month (since that is the number of both Justin and I's B-days) I could talk to Justin on the phone for 15 minutes. It was a great plan.

After 6 years of happiness yet depression at some points, like when my dad died, I found this site (about 4 months ago). I just became a listener a week ago, and helping people with problems of their own makes me feel good. Now, I live with Justin in a flat in North Carolina. I am glad to be reunited after so long with my brother again.

I hope this life story has made you realize that dyslexics are all around us, in every field. And they are NOT dumb. Being dyslexic is a gift, it means you can think ways no one else has thought of, and you also have a creative imagination like no other.

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