What do you want or desire but cannot have?

Dyslexia is one such problem and also visual-spatial deficiency with inability to identify items or recognize people or their names even when I've met them several times. This is too difficult a subject to explain in this type of format. This does not mean that I cannot learn. Only that I often have to read and re-read certain topics before I can fully understand them.

This was a real problem in law school. However, at the end of a semester, I would analyze and summarize all we learned in what we called an "outline". When I wrote out a course outline many of my classmates would line up to get a copy because my analytical summaries were often far better than those of our top student classmates. This because despite my learning disabilities, I have a very high IQ. Too bad, however, that all this education and sacrifice ultimately resulted in a total waste of time and money.

Do you suffer from prosopagnosia (an inability to recognize familiar faces)? The artist Chuck Close had that disability, which is why nearly all of his work focuses on faces.

I also suffer from dyslexia, which has made reading extremely difficult for most of my life. I'd read a page from a textbook and have no idea what it was about, so I'd read it again and still have no idea. I almost never read just for enjoyment. There was nothing enjoyable about reading for me. It was work. And it's one of the reasons I majored in computer science; there's not as much reading required compared to most other majors. A lot of it is math, which always came easy to me, and programming, which also came easy. I looked at writing software as designing a piece of virtual machinery, which I understood from my days working as a construction equipment mechanic when I was in my 20s.

Just recently–and by recently, I mean ten or so years ago–I discovered that if the text has wide line spacing and is of a large font, the letters don't get all jumbled together and I can read a lot more easily. That formatting can be accomplished via e-book readers. Now I read quite a bit and actually enjoy it!
 

prosopagnosia (an inability to recognize familiar faces)



I have not been diagnosed with that condition. However, I have had the problem. About 2 years ago I was at a sporting event where I knew the cashier but had not seen her in a while ~ let's call her Rose. I asked a lady at the event if she had seen Rose and she replied that she was her. For the life of me I could not recognize her! I was so d@mn embarrassed!!

Like you I have also had to create some forms of skills to compensate me for these disabilities. For example, if there is a list of things I must do I will enumerate them as follows:

1.
2.
3.




Etc. This makes it a lot easier to fulfill whatever plan I might have.





I belong to a medical study group and was on the phone with an attendant just this morning. Took a rather extensive series of questions all designed to check whether I have retained my marbles. According to the attendant, I passed rather easily. Will not have to take another such test for about 2 years. Let's hope I keep my gray matter in the pink for at least a little while longer.
 
I am dyslexia as well. Resulted in me failing every spelling test I ever took, being beaten for failing those spelling tests, and, gee, I still can’t spell. But, walking back and forth to school uphill both ways as a further punishment, resulted in my realizing that nothing was going to allow me to learn to spell. I was not stupid, I just could not spell.



Back in the 1960s teachers in school did not know what learning disabilities were. When I misspelled words, did poorly in math, or crossed up names with faces the teachers would all call me stupid in front of the class. My mother, having been the abusive parent that she was, called me that word even more. Seems like I've been called that word more than my own name all my life. Such is life for us unfortunates.
 
Back in the 1960s teachers in school did not know what learning disabilities were. When I misspelled words, did poorly in math, or crossed up names with faces the teachers would all call me stupid in front of the class. My mother, having been the abusive parent that she was, called me that word even more. Seems like I've been called that word more than my own name all my life. Such is life for us unfortunates.
Sorry you had to go thru that oldie.
 
Back in the 1960s teachers in school did not know what learning disabilities were. When I misspelled words, did poorly in math, or crossed up names with faces the teachers would all call me stupid in front of the class. My mother, having been the abusive parent that she was, called me that word even more. Seems like I've been called that word more than my own name all my life. Such is life for us unfortunates.
It was the same for left-handers...being forced to write with their right hands, which didn't come naturally to them.
 
I want to travel but my government says if I leave the country I have to stay in a special hotel (sounds like concentration camp to me) and pay $2,000 for staying there for 3 days. Then I have to go home and isolate myself for another 11 days. Even if I go to another province and return home I have to self-isolate in my home for 14 days. I have to order groceries to be brought and left at my door step. Under such "happy" travel guides, I am staying home.
 
How do you do that, though, since whether you’re free or not has to do with the situation you (and your body) are in?*Pretend* that you’re free? Trouble is, there are more and more of us who don’t believe in make-believe. (And no needed revolution was started by those who do.)
It's a personal thing. Pretending to be free is not real Freedom. Pretending to be happily married doesn't make a happy marriage.
 
I am content with my life, what I have and do not have. I have done everything I set out to do and if for some reason I stopped short of a goal I still did what I wanted to do.
In the last 16 years I earned my Bachelor’s degree, maintained steady employment, volunteered at hospitals, and correctional facilities. I graduated with honors at community college, Phi Theta Kappa, founder & president of first Active Minds chapter in a two-year college,

For many years symptomatic MI prevented me from having a healthy loving relationship with my wife and daughter, 16 years later our love for one another remains strong and healthy without conditions.

My parents have passed on, I wish I could have talked to my dad for closure and unanswered questions, but that didn’t happen so I have to live with that.

God is my BFF
But for the back pain my life is great , great husband, and family. But I know about the questions I wish I could ask my grandparents after they are gone. Since that and my back are my only complaints, obviously life is good.
 
I would want to live long enough to see if our future ends up like the show Star Trek TNG, an idyllic society where there's no more homeless, hunger, poverty, and everybody spends their time trying to better themselves. There's a lot of movies that show our future completely opposite of that, 3rd world war, people living in burned out buildings, scavenging for food, etc. I guess I just want to know what we end up doing to ourselves! :rolleyes:
 
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prefer the TARDIS but either would do
 


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