Or, how I am realising that I may need shock therapy?
So, I have dyslexia. Since I guess I have always had it, I learned a long time ago to just deal with it. I know that when I am typing something, no matter the fact that I watch my fingers when I type to make sure I am hitting the correct keys, I must double- and triple-check before I hit enter. I know that I will 99% of the time swap an initial “s” for “c” and vice versa (example, I will type “come” instead of “some” – funny example, since both are actual words, but even if it’s not an actual word, I do it) so if I type a word that is supposed to start with either letter, I double- and triple-check that word! I know that if you say something to me, while I am looking away, there is a good likelihood that I will have to ask you to repeat it – and I know if I do that, I should be looking at you when you repeat it. I know my limitations, and I adapt.
GAH! All that said, lately, I have noticed that my dyslexia has found a new way to trip me up – in my spoken communication. No joke. We’re not talking about the already-known issue of losing common words (hell, it’s pathetic when you can’t remember the word for face!) – we’re talking full-on nonsense coming out of my mouth.
It’s been happening for about a month. I’ve noticed that rather than searching for the right word, my brain just inserts some random word into the sentence. Last night was the worst so far. While on the phone with a gf with whom I don’t get much chance to speak, it was my son’s bedtime. I sent him to go wash his face and brush his teeth. He comes back into the living room and begins watching television. Since it was past bedtime, I asked “did you brush your teeth like I told you?” No. I didn’t. I asked, “did you brush the table, like I told you?”
Yes, my friends, I asked my son if he had brushed the table. I caught it, corrected it and then got ribbed for a full 20 minutes by my gf as to why on earth I would expect my son to “brush the table.” Ugh.
Honestly, is there any hope? Or will I sound like I have dementia by the end of the year? Maybe I should talk to my doctor? I donno…GAH!!!