As with all things Dyslexia can be described by others under a wide "tent" of symptoms and effects, but its beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. Hence this is my view of what others cover under the headline banner of "Dyslexia".
Some think it has to do with spelling and mere jumbling up of letters my experience of how I view the world goes far beyond the mere written word. It is part of everything I do and the way I relate my experience of the world to others.
I have what is referred to by some as an extreme form of what some would term as a handicap. However, once understood, it has in my experience been an advantage that arose from extreme frustration. I sometimes relate my world view as being looking at a kaleidoscope in motion and until you can fix the image, it is difficult to interpret. Without my tinted glasses the written page is a migraine inducing flux.
On bad days assembling the written word into comprehensible blocks [to others] can be a trial and error process [I don't have an internal editor]. Without rigorous attention as to what some would term left and right I can find myself in places others would term of as lost, though I'm quite content that I'm where everyone else should be.
On bad days my diaries here can cause confusion, although I'm quite happy with the overall flow. Punctuation can be a mystery and I have never held it as significant since it merely superfluous to the overall picture, like cherubs floating around Venus if you like.
After spending many years learning from people who actually understood my worldview, and heaven knows how many that didn't have a clue. I have finally found the beauty in my gift; and forgotten the rage, tears and frustration of the past.
Some say picture paints a thousands words, and if all you see are images on the page of a book, then you can assimilate it very quickly. That is how I read, by block with sometimes amusing misconception until looked at again. That when I wander and am apparently lost, I can find something completely unexpected and rewarding in itself. Don't worry down which road you have gone, rejoice in the fact you have arrived at all.
Writing can be exhausting on a bad day, so if this is a bad day, I ask your indulgence and organize the image in your own way, and see if you can see the world through my eyes.
I'll probably write about Dyslexia again sometime, and maybe even on a good day.
3:01 AM PT: A video you might enjoy