For the past 20 years, I have lived with an invisible condition that I was never aware of. In my second year of university, three weeks before my final exams, I was diagnosed with Dyslexia. I remember being asked how I felt about my diagnosis. I was heartbroken but yet calm. For the first time, I felt complete. I had lived a life where I wasn’t aware of a huge part of me. It was scary but I felt like the girl in the horror movie that always survived.
“My Plus is being able to carry on when times gets tough and constantly improving myself.”
Following my diagnosis, I made use of the accessibility services at my university to improve my study methods. I had to make quick adjustments during that three weeks to see what I could achieve in such a short time. I got frustrated and angry when I didn’t understand the simple things but I kept carrying on. I worked hard day and night. I wanted to show that my weakness could also be my strength. I identified my key strengths and weaknesses and focused on strengthening both areas in a short time. I wrote my exams and awaited my results. When the results came out, I could not believe what I saw. In a short time span, I moved up in the grading system, achieving a first in two difficult modules. My disability isn’t a weakness, it shows me my capabilities. Bring on final year!