Real life stories – Robert Lang
I grew up in Kempton Park and in the “80’s” you were not diagnosed with dyslexia you were just not good at language.
I grew up in Kempton Park and in the “80’s” you were not diagnosed with dyslexia you were just not good at language.
My mum took me all over the place to find a reason for my reading problems. I went to speech therapy, occupational therapy, reading therapy, educational psychologists, a neuro-psychologist and optometrists.
In my primary and high school days I always had that one person who I trusted with this secret.
A good pencil grip has three benefits … neat writing, reasonable speed and the ability to write without tiring easily. A bad pencil grip will obviously have exactly the opposite effect.
I am thinking often the long suffering mothers of children with dyslexia that often don’t always get the proper credit or recognition that they richly deserve.
Tony and I have been avid fans of the thrift store experience, even before it was popular. We recently took Morgan on an excursion, and we will never forget it.
Those homework battles are brewing right now. It’s that time of year when the rubber meets the road as far as conferences and report cards go, and sadly, they aren’t always happy or glowing reports.
A few months ago, I enrolled Morgan in dance lessons, so every Wednesday afternoon, we have our special grandmother/granddaughter time.
Today, young learners, both male and female, are forced to digest a sour bowl of academic mush every school day. They rarely leave their seats, and those who need the most exercise, boys, generally miss recess for incomplete work or as punishment for impulsive “boy” behavior.
Do you rely on your smartphone to instantly pull up a phone number or other piece of information? I know I do. So do our kids, even if they’re just using their parents’ phones.