When I came back to get my results, the lab coat–wearing researcher looked very nervous. She couldn’t make eye contact with me and fidgeted in her seat. The more anxious she looked, the more nervous I got that this wasn’t going to go well. She finally looked up from her clipboard, and the following conversation ensued.
“Ben, I don’t know how to tell you this…but you’re really dyslexic.”
“Really? Excellent!” I meant it. I was greatly relieved.
Read the rest of Ben’s recent post for the National Center for Learning Disabilities: What Dyslexia Looks Like in My Brain.