My Diagnosis

It wasn't until my senior year of college that I finally found help. I had spent 17 1/2 years in school before I finally found, on my own, how to get a diagnosis for the the learning disability that had plagued my academic career. It was not a teacher who identified my learning disability or told me where to go. My diagnosis only occurred because my mother knew someone who's daughter had been diagnosed.  Four hours of testing and $2,000 later I finally had a piece of paper saying that I had dyslexia. This $2000 piece of paper was like a golden ticket to the learning center; I now could have my tests read to me, use the reading equipment, and had double time to take my test. In my last semester of college my GPA soared.  

Had I been diagnosed at a much younger age my life may now be completely different. I do not say this to sound bitter, and there is no point at looking at what could have been. I say this rather, to remember that we need to diagnosis children as early as possible. My life goal is to now prevent my story from occurring again by getting students who have dyslexia diagnosed at an early age. My hope is that this blog will raise dyslexia awareness so that we can make sure that every student, rich or poor, can get the help that will allow them to reach their full potential.