Hidden Gifts


My son was born in 1981.  When he began to talk I noticed the way he pronounceed certain thing but far from being concerned, I thought it cute and funny, like Shampoo, to him was Pashoo.  Also, I began to wonderful if he weren’t brilliant as instead of asking for a Band-aid, he’d request a Damn-aid!

Upon entering the first grade I immediately became aware of all the marks on his school work by his teacher who was heavy handed with the red pen.  I pulled a pile of like papers from his backpack and sat down to review them and see where I could help.

At first glance, nothing made sense but then something snapped, in the way the brain picks up information that the eye doesn’t really see.  I grabbed his paper and ran to the bathroom, held it up to the mirror and sure enough…All the answers that were marked with red were not wrong at all, in fact they were all correct! The answers were written backwards!

I sat down with my son and a piece of paper. I wrote a simple sentence and asked him to copy what I had written.  He began as I had instructed…with a tortured slowness, attempting to “DRAW” on the page what I had written and with a child’s typical huge print. He soon ran out of space and asked what he should do.  I told him to drop to the line below and continue. Instead of continuing to the left hand margin, he dropped right below the last letter he had written and quick as lightening completed the sentence completely backwards!

I met with his teacher the next day and showed her his papers again.  Soon, I was called to meet with the principle, his teacher and a special ed teacher.  I was informed that they were going to fail him even though we had barely began the year and that they would put him in a special ED class (where they place the disciplinary problem children)  and apologized that they just didn’t have any programs to address these problems.

For me, that was absolutely unacceptable. While he was sent to play in the corner as  his teacher taught the other students,  I took classes to certify as a home school teacher and purchased a first grade curriculum that was much more challenging than the schools.

I taught him at home the following year.  I say taught him but what I did was actually help him to find his own way of learning.  By the beginning of the next school year, we had moved and I placed him in main stream second grade without a word about his dyslexia.  I wanted to give him the opportunity to succeed without bias.



He not only handled main stream classes but excelled!  He was inducted into the honors societies that he maintained throughout high school and was often on the Deans list in college.  He married his Jr. High sweetheart, had three beautiful daughters, served and excelled in the military, receiving both recognition and high awards.  After completing his service, quickly became the Vice President of a Cyber Security Firm.

People with dyslexia are bright, brilliant, talented, successful and often good looking. Lol
If you have dyslexia or a child who does…your in great company.  Google famous dyslexics. You’ll be amazed!
Alexander Graham Bell
Albert Einstein
Tom Cruise
Pierre Curey
John Lennon.                                                              Richard Branson.                                                      Charles schwab
The list Goes on & on


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    • Oh of course you can! Seeing things differently, processing them differently and learning by different methods, in no way diminishes you. It often distinguishes you as a bright, brilliant and talented person! You have a talent for thinking outside the box, seeing new angles to sitiations and problems and often with a broader scope. It’s a gift! 💕

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  2. I love to read about success stories like this. My son didn’t speak for many years and once I decided to work with him myself and not leave it up to our public schools here in Arizona he became a new person. My house became a school. I had picture cards posted throughout the house labeling everything. My son learned by seeing things and letters and numbers were too complicated for him at first. My husband was working in Las Angeles as a movie editor (small independents and commercials) so he was gone for days and when he would come home he was always surprised by how different our house looked once I got aggressive with teaching our son how to speak. Our whole home became like a montessori school. There were stations everywhere, with all kinds of educational toys and cards tapped all around the house to teach words. Now my son is in college, he can not only have long conversations with us but he reads and writes and is a ton smarter than me. I wish I could have done this for my father, he never learned how to read. As a little girl I struggled with letters and numbers but used a tape recorder to help me with lessons and I did learn how to read so I read for my father when little. Everytime someone talks about the things they are happy about in life with their children, I always say the same thing ” I am just happy my son can talk me” and I get strange looks from people now and then because I always leave out the part that my son was non-verbal for years. Great post, always love to hear about other happy endings.


    • That’s a fantastic story! And, you ate a fantastic mother! Public school is geared solely for a mainstream percentage or bulk. It doesn’t take into account how vastly different and unique we each are and as are our learning styles. They just push through as many as they can and push the others aside for the most part. It’s a wonder Einstein succeeded at all as he himself failed simple math. I’m certain his teachers had no idea that it was in fact too simple for his mind to grasp…he was unique. I’m not suprised that those who appear to struggle are often the brightest. They simply need to find their own unique way of learning, given that chance and time, to florish. 😊


  3. Good for you Laura. Bottomline is that ensuring a good education is up to the parents. My middle daughter also had problems, and we were told she would not succeed in a school setting. I was not willing to accept a sentence for my child and committed to helping her through the process. She graduated from high school, went on to college and now has a lovely family and a good career. Parents, your voices count.


  4. Awesome post. That’s the problem though, whenever you hear about teachers it’s always about how selfless they are, when in fact they are like everyone else. Selfish and couldn’t care less about doing their job.

    Good on you for taking the time to teach your son.

    I was failed by practically all of my teachers when I was in school. They couldn’t care less.


  5. So glad your son’s story has a happy ending! When my son was in 2nd grade, he was put into an adaptive phys ed class because he couldn’t pick a dominant hand for writing – he wrote with his left hand on the left side of the page, and his right hand on the right side of the page!


  6. What a great post!!! Too often I hear of people battling with to get their kids a proper education. Instead you took the ball and ran with it. SCORE!!! Your son is blessed to have you as his mom. 🙂

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  7. To be honest, we all have something “wrong” with us. It’s interesting for me to watch people. Life has always been a psychological experiment for me. People who are “normal” actually seem to have the most wrong with them. And, vice versa. I’m particularly interested in autistic people. They have a straight up genius about them! They have their challenges, but what they know, they are brilliant!

    The human brain is a very complex and awesome thing!

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    • It’s true. What is considered ” normal” is merely statistical percentages of ” Norms”, nothing more.
      My daughter had to have her son taken at 26 weeks gestation. Miraculously, he survived but not without many complications…heart surgety, bowels perforated, brain hemorrhage etc. He is the most incredible 8 yr old, loving, kind, innocent and infinite sweetness….and autistic. He has never in life cared much for toys. He loves movies but more than anything….books! Well before he could read himself, you could read ANY book to him and he could tell it back to you, verbatim and with theatrical panache! Entire books! He is now a ravenous reader who makes christmas shopping very easy on me. Lol. Books books books

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