5 Things I Wish People Knew About My Son’s Dyslexia

Dyslexia is a silent learning disability. It’s not something you can clearly see or recognize, sometimes the effects aren’t even present at all. Sometimes it’s as simple as my son hesitating a moment too long, or looking at you with silent, pleading-for-help eyes.

Sometimes it’s as simple as him acting like he didn’t hear you, just to have you repeat your instructions again. Sometimes he just moves forward without giving you any signs at all.

And that’s what, as a parent, breaks my heart the most.

What I wish people knew about my son’s dyslexia is that sometimes there are no signs.

Sometimes you don’t get a clear-cut answer or warning of what’s going to be too hard, or what he’s going to struggle with. Sometimes it will feel like you’ve explained the instructions perfectly and he goes into the project or moment without hesitation, only to get frustrated minutes later.

Sometimes he acts like everything’s okay when he’s truly screaming inside.

Dyslexia is silent. My son can open a book and flip through pages without reading; he can access his assistive technology and get through the assignment without learning anything at all. And it’s not because he doesn’t care. It’s not because he’s ignoring, avoiding, or simply quitting. Sometimes you just can’t see what he’s going through because it’s a battle he’s facing alone.

What I wish people knew about my son’s dyslexia is that yes, he is trying.

When he puts aside the computer and starts doodling, it’s not because he’s disrespecting your requests. When he stumbles over the easiest word in the book, it’s not because he’s waiting for you to give him the answer. When he’s asking you the same question for the fifth time, it’s not because he’s trying to annoy you.

Sometimes even the little things—routines, expectations rules—are things he struggles with. But that doesn’t mean he’s not trying. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting out of bed, every single day, fighting a battle that begins the moment he opens his eyes.

What I wish people knew about my son’s dyslexia is that yes, it’s hard. But it’s harder for him.

Yes, it’s hard for you as the teacher, the tutor, the peer buddy who has to slow the work down. Yes, it’s hard for the person who sits with him, day after day, attempting the sight words for the thousandth time. Yes, it’s hard for me, as a parent of a child with learning disabilities, trying to do all that I can and feeling like it’s never enough.

But it’s infinitely, infinitely harder for him.

So please be gentle, be patient, be kind.

Marisa Donnelly
Marisa Donnellyhttps://marisadonnelly.com/
Marisa Donnelly is a Midwest-born, San Diego based writer, editor, coach, and founder of Be A Light LLC. She's published thousands of articles with over 21.2+ million page views on a variety of topics. She is the author of Somewhere On A Highway, and writes for companies, brands, and clients all over the world.

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