Through my earlier posts, I have been very open about the fact that I have dyslexia. However, I have never seen it as a disability rather as a different ability.
Growing up, I wanted to believe I was special and beautiful in my way. However, there have been numerous times where I wished I was born differently. In the instances where I was mocked at school, in the instances where I was not made a part of sports, I was made to believe sports are not for people like us. In the instances where I was called names in school buses and on numerous other days, I wished I was born as normal even though I barely know what that meant. I believed that once I get admitted to a good college and get a good job, I won’t be known merely by my disability.
Today having completed a masters, a post-graduate diploma and worked as a research addict with top universities. I learned a harsh but very important lesson, the key to living with a disability is acceptance.
To regain confidence in myself, I joined kickboxing. A sudden transformation to combat sports was difficult. Every day I made sure I improved myself. Yes, there are tough days, days when I get confused between left and right, days when I get defeated in fights days when I struggle to follow instructions. But having amazing instructors who break down the instructions so that I can easily understand and classmates who wait for me to learn at my pace makes this journey even better.
With time I realized that I want to use my experiences to make other children better. This year I am starting my degree in special education.
I have a lot to do when it comes to spreading awareness about disability but for the time being, I have slowed down. Waking up to bed tea and having a chat with my mom every day at night makes life worth it.