1 And as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.
2 And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind?
3 Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
I was recently discussing with a couple about there young boy and how he was learning to speak much slower than his younger brother. My wife, who is now a tutor for dyslexic students, observed his symptoms for dyslexia. I mentioned to the couple that dyslexia is inherited and its helpful for a child to learn than he is one of many, and some may benefit from a special connection with a dyslexic family member. The father took offense and said, “we don’t want to have parents blaming each other over the child’s situation”.
I remembered how hard it was for me to accept my dyslexia as an adult with lots of children. I still had a tendency to look good with my family and hide my insecurities about my communication nuances and occasional pronunciation errors. Emotionally, it was easier for me to say audio-processing disorder than the “D” word. That was before I learned what my condition was and all the positive abilities and sensitivities that came with my condition.
I was the one that carried the dyslexia gene into my current family. My wife has ADHD so some of our children our dyslexic and one is ADHD. All are very smart. I was the one that some might say was responsible for two sons being dyslexic. In my previous marriage, both parents are dyslexics. All those children have symptoms of dyslexia. The older children have careers in music, gymnastics, culinary arts, and audio/video. My younger boys from my second marriage look to be preparing for automotive and artistic careers. All these vocations are very typical for dyslexics.
Life provides a wonderful diversified fabric of differences that allows everyone to discover their greatness and make a fascinating contribution to our beautify world. Please don’t label these differences as good or bad. Especially, don’t use them in a defensive, hurtful or blaming way. I am the result of the unique conditions and gifts I was born with. My choices and application of myself has been enjoyable and very fruitful. I love life, I love what I’ve learned. I love my children, I love people, especially those that have similar experiences and conditions. There is no other way I’ve could have gotten to where I am now other than where I have been. Negative thinking undermines the perfectness of life and the goodness of God.