Why I Became a Dyslexia Therapist

In 2009, I came home from teaching first grade one day, frustrated, worried, and ready to find answers. I had broken the advice I gave to parents all the time: I compared my children's work to their peers' work. I remember looking at the children's work hanging in the hallway, then seeing my boys' work and thinking, "What is wrong?" The writing was literally on the wall! My twin boys were in kindergarten and I noticed they were having trouble learning the basics of reading, writing, and spelling.

 When my husband got home, I broke down, saying, "I don't understand why I can teach all of these first graders to read, but I can't teach my own. I have a master's degree in Reading Education, for crying out loud; I should be able to teach them to read."

The boys were so bright, creative, and fun. These were the boys I found one day drifting down the driveway on a "motorized" skateboard. They attached the leaf blower to the skateboard to make it motorized. They thought outside of the box and devised unique solutions to challenges. Directions were never needed to put something together. Their minds worked in amazing ways.

I was panicked. All control was gone.  I dove into reading everything that I could find to help me understand how to help my children best.