Back in school, I never knew I had dyslexia. I was not tested until I failed my bachelor thesis and my professor (who, funny enough, was himself a foreigner) told me I wrote so poorly, it was almost impossible to read and it was difficult to imagine I was not a foreigner myself. Now, the thing is, my father was …
Allowing My Meltdowns to Happen
Meltdowns suck, but you already know that if you read yesterday’s post. It’s a part of my life that I could live without, but it is also a part of what makes me what I am. Therefore, I needed to find some way of living in balance with my meltdowns. I wanted to stop fearing them as much as I …
A Bit of What Goes on in My Head
Disability leave was never my first choice. I failed to get a job after finishing my masters, so I’d been unemployed over a year. My local job-centre clearly had no idea what to do with me, so they forced me to do an internship. I would have loved an internship, just not one that required me sitting at an information …