There would be no writing, just pictures, no complicated words. People would just say what they mean... ‘Pulling cotton wool over your eyes’ would mean that you have cotton wool on your eyes and can’t see...not ‘you aren’t looking carefully enough’, and ‘pulling the cat out of the bag’ would not mean that you are giving secrets away... I am dyslexic, and I find reading and writing and some other things difficult. When I meet people I can tell if they are dyslexic like me because they have different reactions to you. I look at the body language and your hands to help me understand because the words don’t always make sense. It makes me feel that I need to ask you what you mean. I don’t ask friends or people I don’t know because they might laugh at me. I am telling my mum all this and she is typing it because even with my co-writer I forget what I want to say. I sometimes find speech difficult, or I repeat out loud to help me remember what I want to say. Mrs Harewood, my teaching assistant last year, showed me how to do this. If I got lost when I was talking she would help me. Often I can’t remember the words I want...I know the words in my head, but I can’t say them. I am used to it now. People find it a bit odd but get used to me. I listen hard to what people are saying but I don’t understand when you say ‘pull your socks up!’ I did it in year two and the teacher told me off. She thought I was being really rude! There are lots of sayings like that and I am learning what they mean. My mum has a book and she has been teaching me. Everybody else just gets it, but I have to learn everything.

Dyslexia is difficult to live with especially when I wasn’t diagnosed because the teachers didn’t know about it and they thought I was just being lazy. I was really annoyed when one teacher said I needed to try harder and I already was working my best. It made me cry because I knew I was trying my hardest. It really upsets me when people are ignorant about my needs. If you could see dyslexia like being limbless then people would know that I need help. I get lots of help from good teachers and my mum and I have things to help me like my laptop and glasses, but it isn’t the same as you. So my dream world would be so different.

I believe the big bang created the universe, in Science rather than in God because if God was real why did he let me be dyslexic? If there was a God he would be able to help me understand everything and it wouldn’t be so difficult. My dream God would help me instead of leaving me to make my own path in this strange world.