fall of the house of lorax

I’ve found that keeping busy helps me focus and so, I’ve started a volunteer gig. I’m doing office work for this non-profit for a couple of times a week. I manage my time better when I’m busy, and I tend not to be as depressed when I feel appreciated for being productive. The depression thing is a long story, no time to talk of it now. Bah!

Today was DAY 1 of the volunteer gig. I went in in the afternoon after a fairly productive morning. I was asked to sort a bunch of documents. Basically, I had to check the title of the document against various lists and label them as to what list they were on. Sorry if that’s confusing. I noticed that in looking for the titles on the lists that I didn’t so much read them as look for the shapes of the titles on the lists. It wasn’t intentional, just something I noticed. This gives me insight into how I normally read. Words are shapes to me. Maybe that’s why I can’t spell to save my life. It’s as if a part of my brain thinks that it doesn’t matter what letters are in a word as long as the shape is right.

Dyslexia was always the “deep dark secret” no one must know. I have no idea how other people compensate.

For the record, don’t call me disabled. My brain simply works differently. It’s not a defective brain, just a different one. I can see patterns where you can’t. So neaner.
-Noapte