In the early days, I met many. Who wanted me to share my story. My achievements – despite my dyslexia. To inspire because of my battles.
I wasn’t interested in this.
I didn’t achieve despite my dyslexia. I’ve done everything as me. Even how I write for you. You can hear my voice – can’t you? It’s not been stamped out in the ‘right’ way to write.
The biggest difference for me was the unconditional support of my home. The care of me. The compartment I lived in – home. I was everything no matter what your education system taught me.
This gave me the courage to keep showing up as me. Over and over. To do it all for myself. Not some pioneering win. I’ve no interest in being your poster child.
I had those people of recognition. Achievement. Who were meant to inspire me.
And still, you didn’t want my brain on the page. My less than proper ways. You didn’t want my difference. And until you do nothing changes.
You’ve new ways. New tests, New less than expectations.
You can shove them all. I’m still me.
If this inspires you – great.
I’ve no lies to tell. I’m just me.