Before the diagnosis I was just a bit thick. Or so my teachers had me believe. Over the years I’d been called stupid so many times that I accepted it as fact. I wasn’t going to do well in my exams, and my dream to become a writer was considered a joke.
Going to school was like riding into battle. I constantly felt on guard, ready for the next jibe made at my expense (the teachers were as bad as my peers) and dreading the moment I was asked to read out loud or worse, write on the board.