When I was in the third grade, I was told that my reading and writing skills were weak. This was the truth, a fact pure and simple. After transferring schools at the end of that year, I had the opportunity to make a new start. Switching schools, however, didn't make my learning disability magically go away. After my parents, teachers, and I had a meeting, they decided it was best for me to learn in a smaller classroom called "special education."
I felt powerless, hopeless and stupid. I was a misfit, through and through. My beliefs about who I was and my capabilities caused me all kinds of discomfort, mentally, emotionally, and even physically.