Looking back, this should have been my first clue I had dyslexia
I’m starting to suspect I may have dyslexia as an adult, and looking back, a lot of moments suddenly make sense.
One memory that still makes me laugh happened in seventh grade science class.
We were taking turns reading out loud from the textbook. The chapter kept using the word “organisms.”
Except apparently my brain decided that word was “orgasms.”
So there I was, confidently reading paragraph after paragraph about “single celled orgasms” and “living orgasms” while the class completely lost it.
The worst part is I genuinely had no idea why everyone was laughing. I thought I was reading the word correctly.
At the time I thought the class just found me hilarious.
Now I’m realizing my brain may have been freelancing.