She Is Dyslexic and Left Handed

My mother mentioned casually that I was dyslexic. This was something I had forgotten. I knew I had to wear a glove for a year of first grade To force me to not use my left dominant hand. But I had forgotten the hours I spent after school with Miss Kneeland. Miss Kneeland was an old maid school teacher Who had already taught my father and his brother Jerry. They were also dyslexic, so she knew what she was dealing with. I had spent hours after school with her in first grade As she taught me to see my reading words the way others saw them. She used a mirror, and until I saw them with the mirror, they were squiggles that made little sense. It was a struggle I had long forgotten, I have never fully recovered from wearing a one compartment mitten On my left hand, so I could not use my left hand for a year. This was also Miss Kneeland’s idea, so I could be right handed.