I would consider myself to have done quite well as an academic. After 22 years at University, I’ve made it to Reader, gained a national teaching fellowship and published over 45 research papers. But it’s not been easy, and I’ve not done it alone.
Dyslexia is a broad brush that manifests itself to different degrees in different people. My dyslexia was first recognised when I was in primary school. Although I can complete complex mathematics, I can’t hold a string of numbers in my head. It takes me longer to read and process information. Often what I write isn’t what I think I’ve written, some words I just can’t get. The phrase “I am certain it’s a curtain” required me to google the correct words. I’ve no idea what my module codes are and never will. Blessed with good teachers, I was taught coping strategies and ways of working that I still draw on today.
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David's adventures in the classroom. 