This is the sign, along with an army of volunteers, that greeted me at the first Canadian conference on dyslexia in Toronto last weekend.
It’s not everyday you get to be part of a historic “first”, especially when it involves a topic that is near and dear to your heart. I was not alone; the sense of urgency was tangible at this sold-out event.
And here we are–more than 200 students, parents, educators, advocates, academics and literacy experts:
I’m at the back of the room directly under the spot light–eerily symbolic of how enlightening this conference was for me!
This is all part of my dyslexic journey, which started a year ago when I found out what has caused a lifetime of learning challenges and anxiety. I am learning what it means to be dyslexic, and how to accommodate for it.
Most importantly, I want to make sure that my daughter does not face the same struggles that I have faced at school, in the workplace, and in my own head. All of this is entirely preventable. If there is one message I took away from the conference, it’s that early identification and effective teaching can prevent a lifetime of pain.
It was a profoundly hopeful experience being in the company of others with dyslexia and those who understand dyslexia. I know that finally, change is coming.
It was just one day, but it felt like I had waited a lifetime to be here.
Read more about my dyslexic journey, which started here.