The moment I knew that something was different about me was when I was told I had a learning disability. I don’t remember the exact moment my parents told me.
I can remember watching my neurotypical peers tie their shoes, do dot-to-dot worksheets and excel at math. I would watch them socialize and I would be rejected.
I felt like everything I did was a challenge. I began the process of accepting my disability as a young child. The process of accepting my disability was similar to the five stages of grieving some people go through when a loved one has passed away.
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