Marnie vs Marine

At work, last week, I read something aloud and incorrectly read "Marnie" (as in a woman's name) instead of "Marine" (as in the U.S. Forces).  My team made fun of me because I followed the oopsie with the statement: "That doesn't make sense, why does that say 'Marnie?'"  My team corrected me.

I was first diagnosed with dyslexia when I was in the third grade.  I went to special classes in fourth and fifth grade to learn how to learn with dyslexia.  It was a low point in college when I realized I would never "out grow" dyslexia; I was twenty before I realized I'd never "catch up" and be "normal."  

I never, ever tell anyone at work I have dyslexia because I don't want it to be perceived as a weakness, an excuse, a crutch.  But sometimes it gets to me.

Lucky for me, today The New York Times had an article by Annie Murphy Paul titled The Upside of Dyslexia

Thank you Annie Murphy Paul.  I needed that.