Official Website For Up and Coming Pro Dirt Racer – Jacob Hammack

Part 6 of a 6 Part Series about Dyslexia

For my final part about dyslexia, I want to tell you my story. If you have any questions, you can comment here or send me an email at jacobhammackracing@hotmail.com

 

This is my story:

 

I was diagnosed with dyslexia in April 2012. Until that time, school was really difficult for me. At the end of kindergarten, I was still having trouble with the letters of the alphabet and reading. My teacher said I needed extra help.

 

In first grade, my school placed me in extra reading help for 30 minutes a week. I had such a hard time and felt so stupid. My teachers yelled at me, laughed at me, and made my life torture. It took 4 hours for me to do my homework every day. I always tried my hardest, but just couldn’t get it right. I asked mom to write down what I told her and then I would copy what she wrote. It helped, but was still so hard. I worked so slow, and hated being the last to finish my work at school, so I would go as fast as I could and ended up getting everything wrong. No matter how many times I asked for the spelling of a word, I could never remember for the next time.

 

When I had to read out loud, I used the pictures on the page as much as I could to figure out the words, but was wrong so much, I hated to read. I didn’t have any friends and hated school. Every morning my stomach would hurt so bad, I just wanted to stay home. Sometimes mom would let me, but I knew I had to go back the next day.

 

In first and second grade, I was also sent to an outside learning center for a year and a half. I tried, I really did, but nothing helped me learn to read. Everyone said I was lazy. I’m not. The doctor said I was ADHD and I was put on medicine. I hated the way it made me feel, but I took it like I was supposed to.

 

School wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Everyday, I had trouble with my daily routine. I would forget to do things I was supposed to because the list was always so long. Keeping my room clean was impossible, and still is.

 

Talking to people was something I didn’t want to do because I didn’t want them to laugh at me and call me stupid.

 

In third grade, I went to a private school and by Christmas, my teacher told my parents to have me tested for dyslexia.

 

I am happy to have found out I am dyslexic. I always knew there was something wrong, and now I have a word for it. It showed my teachers I wasn’t lazy or stupid like they thought. I now go to a wonderful school for dyslexic children. I am doing really well. I am not scared of what people think because I am getting better at talking to them. The most important thing I have learned is that I’m not alone, nor am I stupid.

 

I know there is help out there for everyone with dyslexia, and for anyone who thinks they or someone they know has dyslexia, it is very important to get an evaluation as soon as possible. Dyslexia is not curable, but there is no reason to struggle when there is help available.

 

I have officially partnered with the North Carolina Branch of the International Dyslexia Association and I race to promote dyslexia awareness.

 

Thank you so much for following my page. Please like and share my page so we may grow. Growth is what we need to spread the word about dyslexia. Thanks again to all.

 

Sources:

www.interdys.org/FactSheet

www.wikihow.com/Teach-a-dyslexic-child

www.sheknows.com/sheknows-cares/articles/813038/7-ways-to-help-dyslexic-children-succeed

3 books that are full of information–

Dyslexia: A complete Guide for Parents and Those who help Them, by Gavin Reed

Overcoming Dyslexia, by Sally Saywitz, M.D.

The Dyslexia Advantage, by Brock L. Eide, M.A. and Fernette F. Eide, M.D.

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