Do you know anybody who is illiterate?

I sure don’t.

I did once. I was working for the campus housing department as a student janitor and he was my boss.

Mr. S’s dad was basically illiterate, but he died before I met Mr. S. Sad, considering that Dad’s mother was a schoolteacher (she died when he was a child).

I worked with a salesman who literally could not put two words together in a sentence. He would write memos like “He sed he want but no” He wasn’t stupid, and I don’t think he was dyslexic. He had faked his way through adulthood.

In India, my family have a few kids around the place who help cook, sweep the floor, etc, and get breakfast, lunch and dinner and some money to help their families. They’re all twelve or thirteen and they can’t read and write, but I suspect that my grandfather is teaching them slowly, a little bit here and a little bit there, until they can do it. Similarly, he’s teaching them English. He’s a great guy.

I know someone. He is the father of an ex boyfriend.

He is a wondeful carpender and isn’t a stupid man. He didn’t go to school after the third grade. His mother died about that time and he started working in the fields with his father.

He fakes it pretty well, but I don’t think that he can read much of anything and I know he can’t write at all. He quit a job because they started writing down the work requests and wanted him to fill out a form when he was done with the work.

Two of my sons are illiterate. I’m OK with it, for now.

My dad is literate-challenged. He doesn’t write much more than his name when he has to, and he struggles to read.

My brother is functionally illiterate, definately. His handwriting, even on his name, looks like about a five-year-old’s. So is his spelling. He doesn’t read, and can’t do more than very, very basic math. Tax returns are far beyond his skill level.

Both of them are very smart men - my dad is one of the best electricians that I’ve ever seen, entirely self-taught. My brother is very bright and witty. Both of them have severe dyslexia. My brother, when he was in school, was studied by some national dyslexia specialist who declared that Jon was the worse case that he had ever seen or read about.

Oh, and the dyslexia has kind of messed up my brother’s memory and thinking, too. I think that to this day (he’s 21) he can’t name the months of the year or the days of the week in order.

…and it’s not like he doesn’t try. I feel so bad for him.

One of my friends wives can’t read well enough to follow a recipe. She cooks, she just has to watch you cook it. Took me forever to figure out why she wanted to come over to watch me bake a cake when I kept handing her the recipe.

Neither my paternal grandfather nor my paternal grandmother could read or write. They bothed signed their names with “X,” even though my grandfather was a carpenter and could layout roof trusses and do complicated geometry and trig in his head without thinking about it.

I used to work at a bar with this girl who was illiterate. I realized it when she would only refer to the songs on the jukebox by number. She’d go look at it when a song she liked played, and memorize the number. Sad, really, but difficult to feel sorry for her because she was a a little beotch.

My uncle, who manages to be a genius mechanic…cannot read or write. He has tried many times but has a learning diability. Just can’t do it.

I know plenty of them.

Some people I know are illiterate and are immigrants. Speak Spanish, little english, and cant read or write either.
So I guess they’re biilliterate.

ya wanna meet some illiterate people, go into social work.

A couple of days ago a guy came into my high school. He looked like he might’ve been in his mid 30s or so. I happened to be walking through the lobby at the time and he asked if I could show him to the office. He didn’t say much, just thanked me for showing him the way there. As I was walking away I heard him saying to the secretary, “I want to learn to read. I’ll pay, whatever it costs. Could you take my name and number?”

I don’t know what happened to him. I hope he found someone.

I have a sneaking suspicion that several of my classmates are illiterate, or nearly so.

My brother was raised by my grandparents up in western Maine because my mom was pretty young (19) when she had him. He went to school with a kid who was 16 and in third grade. On the other hand, I had twin second cousins who grew up in the same town around the same time and graduated from high school despite being barely literate. I also knew a girl who dropped out of her senior year of high school at 19. Despite also being barely literate, she was on track to graduate anyway - she just dropped out because school was interfering with her party time. I saw some stuff she wrote and I tend to believe she was probably dyslexic, since she seemed to have cognitive issues as well as just plain being a horrible speller, but she was never diagnosed, at least not up till that point. Then again, her mother was quite mentally ill, so it may have been some other problem altogether. (She was also an ignorant b*tch, so I haven’t had contact with her in years.) For that matter, maybe I’m just being elitist, but I know plenty of people who would be considered literate but whom I can barely stand to read an e-mail from - bad spelling and misuse of homophones are two of my pet peeves. I admit to being a bad typist (you hopefully won’t notice this much because I tend to be a good proofreader) but it drove me up the freakin’ wall that my ex-boss wrote “do to” all the time instead of “due to,” no matter how many times I spelled it right in my memos to her. Oh geez, I feel a whole other rant coming on, I’ll stop now.

My temp job right now is with the Adult Ed department of the state DOE, and while I don’t actually deal with the students, I do a lot of documents and demographics and I was floored by the sheer numbers. I mean, Boston tends to have an image of being full of well-educated people, right? A lot of them are immigrants, but a lot aren’t. As
greck said, a lot of them are illiterate in their native language too. Since reading and writing are hobbies of mine, literacy is something that I generally take for granted in my own life. Despite my pet peeves about otherwise educated people who can’t put a proper sentence together, I truly feel for people who either never learned or who have a disability the prevents them from being able to do so, because it’s just so unimaginable to me. I definitely think that once I get my own life back into order, job and living situation-wise, I’m going to look for some way that I can volunteer in a literacy program.

My niece is illiterate. She’s two. :smiley: Okay, seriously, no I don’t.

I work in property management. We manage a rooming house where several of the tenants are illiterate. Most of them are on welfare, since most jobs require reading and writing.

I have looked into volunteering to teach adult illiterates. I think it would be rewarding work, because they all would want to be there and want to learn.

Here is the Read Commission in Houston.

And of course, as soon as I state that I’m usually pretty good at correcting my typos, I make two and don’t catch them. That’s probably because in the middle of my post, someone came up and asked me if I could use some actual work to do. Heck yes, I don’t think I’ve done five hours’ work in the three weeks I’ve been here. She still hasn’t brought me anything though.