I Was Today Years Old When I Realized I'm Related to My Children

A personal tale about dyslexia

Oh my God. It happened. I have two children. And those two children are, and this is true, related to me.

That's obviously, I hope, intended with a little bit of humor. But something happened recently. Which isn't some thing that happened recently. My daughter, Quinn, who is awesome, had difficulty in school. The difficulty? She has dyslexia.  I also have dyslexia.   That's right. Your author, a person who writes, and gets paid by you, my readers, for writing?  As the typos that are frequently present in this newsletter demonstrate?  I have dyslexia.  This term has been updated recently.

I have a learning difficulties. I have a learning disability. I have two children. At least one of them, and I suspect both, have a highly heritable learning disability.

When all you're doing is going to school, as the primary way in which you are measured, learning disabilities are a pretty big disability.

My daughter is having to cope with that right now.

I had to get help with that throughout my entire …