​So, I’m dyslexic! Yes, I’ve said it! I am totally not ashamed to say, I am Dyslexic. I’m going to ask all you really cool non-dyslexic people a favour. When someone tells you they’re dyslexic  (Jesus, how many times can I say that word!?!?) Don’t ask if they need help reading something. Turns out that’s a bit patronising and rude. I was signing up to do a NVQ a good few years ago and my assessor asked if I could read and sign the documentation. .. she paused for a moment and said ‘will you be okay reading this on your own? Or do you need help?’ Well, my little poppet! You have just made me feel as small as a field mouse and yes I can read! Fuck me, I can even write! It must be a miracle! I mean, I get myself dressed and I brush my teeth on my own. I’m such a big girl now. IF we need help, don’t worry! We can ask. If we’re too embarrassed to ask, do you really think we want to sit there in a room full of people while you read it out loud to us?? Yes, we appreciate your concern but we got this shit down. We, like you survive just fine. My dyslexia was so severe before I left junior school I wrote on the wrong side of the page, I’d read backwards and I’d draw upside down! Now, if you ask me that is what you call a fucking genius! Thank God for my absolutely kick ass parents who worked their little butts off to support me, help me and keep me motivated. Yes, I am dyslexic! Yes, I am living life normally! yes, I can read! No, I don’t need you to read it out loud for me … but thanks.