Confessions of a dyslexic Muma.


Trying to teach your 5 year old to read, write and spell when you are still mastering the art is quite a tall order.

I am 32, a Muma, and I am dyslexic. Very Dyslexic.

I had subconsciously buried this teeny tiny fact once I had finished the gravy train of education. I sat my last exam at University, which I took in the same separate room just like I had taken all of my exams, with my allocated extra time, far away from the rest of my peers. This was the last time I really gave my dyslexia any thought.

I applied for jobs never mentioning it. I worked in sales and soon learnt to use the gift of the gab to cover up my rather chronic lack of organisation and close to zero order approach to the current role. I blagged and I sold. My admin was atrocious, my spelling so bad that the spellchecker often gave me the ‘no suggestions’ message as my attempts bore no resemblance to anything. Impressive! But I just about got away with it. No one knew. My secret was safe.

It’s been just over 5 years since I was last employed, and I honestly haven’t given my dyslexia a second thought.

Until now.

Our eldest daughter started school in September last year, and of course within the first few days proudly brought home her first reading book and flash card words to learn. I’m not going to lie, I found it a bit like pulling off a plaster really really slowly sitting there willing her to recall the word PAM and NAPS from one page to the next. But you’ve got to start somewhere, right.

The trouble is it wasn’t long before words like Digraph and Trigraph were appearing on homework phonic sheets. What the…? Dia-who?! Things have clearly moved on from Robber red and Kicking king back in the eighties. I’m not blaming my dyslexia for my ignorance of having absolutely no clue what these words mean, I can use google. But no matter how often I try and absorb the method by which Darcie is being taught, I just can’t seem to grasp it. It is like I am learning to read all over again. I struggle to make sense of her homework instructions, I have to read it slowly several times before I will have any real understanding of what is being asked. Even then I am constantly referring back to the instructions line by line. It’s frustrating and makes me feel like MumaDunce.

I’ve also discovered another little blip: I had forgotten that I can’t spell words out loud. I have to write them down. Even the most basic I find I have to write down or it comes out totally skewed. Of course I had a gentle reminder of this blackhole in my brain now that Darcie is into her writing. She will often shout out “Mum, how do you spell…?” Action stations. DROP EVERYTHING. Focus the mind. Locate scrap paper, scribble the word down. Read it back.

It’s a long winded process, it’s like having daily spelling tests! My fear is the word requests are just going to get more complex, the assistance with essays and other English assignments will be more frequent and I’ll let her down. My fear is that Darcie, and Lila soon, will think that their Muma is an illiterate buffoon! It’s not even like I can make up for it in the Maths department…

I have hope that writing this blog is good exercise for my dyslexic mind. I’m sure I don’t always make sense, my sentence construction isn’t always logical, my grammar is probably way off – I’m massively relying on the spell check paperclip doing his bit…But I’m tackling my nemesis head on, well, why not. I might write a book next, you never know!

Run Jump Scrap!

7 thoughts on “Confessions of a dyslexic Muma.

  1. Well my chook, thats why you have a Nanny Chickens up the road who loves English…… No one can do everything….and especially not on their own!!!! Any time… Big loves xxxxxxxxxxx

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  2. Hi
    I couldn’t read as a child, either and I was unable to help my son who struggled with reading. However, since then, I have retrained first as a teacher and then as a psychotherapist and spent my life helping parents and children with the problems of reading. You might be interested in my new Website, set up to try to help struggling readers. My book and resources are freely available as downloads and I blog lots on the subject of reading.

    I hope you might find just one thing there that can help you.

    For example, when your daughter asks you to spell a word for her, ask her to tell you the sounds she hears! Good practice for you both.

    Also, you probably write down words to see if you ‘recognise’ that they are spelt correctly. This is easier than trying to remember them (which we can’t) or picturing them in our heads – equally impossible!

    You are not alone in this struggle – there are loads of us out there and it has nothing to do with intelligence. We just don’t get reading/spelling. I always like to hear from people if I can help.

    Maggie Tanner


  3. Wow that’s a lot to overcome, but looks like you are doing just fine. And instead of spelling something for your daughter, do like my European mom ( in retrospect probably struggled with English spelling) who would shout back “look it up!!” The kids will be none the wiser 😉


  4. I’m not dyslexic but I can’t spell most words without writing them down and the few that I don’t have to write down I have to visualize. Also spell check often has no clue what I’m trying to spell. So you are not alone!


    1. Ah thank you for having a read – and for the vote of confidence!
      Sorry its taken me ages to reply, my computer managed to hide you comment from new… technology is up there with spelling for me!


  5. I would have never known from this blog post hun. I’m sure you littlies will never think that of you. I think things at school have changed lots and I think it will be a huge learning curve for anyone. You can always look things up and ask for a bit of help and your kids will be grateful for any help. Good luck and thanks for sharing with #bestandworst xx

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    1. Thanks Sarah xx that’s very kind of you to say you wouldn’t have known!
      It hasn’t been too bad so far actually: but now we are onto the giddy heights of yr1: that’s sure to change haha. Xxx


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