DD (9) has just been diagnosed with dyslexia. I’m sure that in a few weeks, things will swing into action - we have a meeting with school lined up, and DH and I will be reading all the books and putting in place all the strategies, etc, and it will become our new normal. She is safe and well and is a wonderful, kind, happy kid. She is lovely to her friends, and musically talented, and is working so, so hard. I cannot ask her to work any harder.
But right now… I am so, so sad. I feel heartbroken that her life will be so much harder than mine was. I am in bits that she is likely to miss out on the educational opportunities we had - DH and I both went to Oxbridge and if I am being brutally honest with myself, I had envisaged my kids following a similar path. She was a really clever young child - read very early, had an interest in everything scientific and historical. It feels as though just getting through the day and coping with the dyslexia related difficulties has now sucked all of that out of her - I don’t know where my sparky little girl has gone. She’s absolutely exhausted. She is obviously still clever - an average ability score of 131 etc - but nobody at school can see that. Or perhaps they’re just not interested- they are saying that she’s just average. I want them to see what’s inside her head but they don’t, or won’t. And to be absolutely honest, I suspect now that if I could look inside her head, I’d see that she’s too exhausted to summon up much of her former enthusiasm for science or maths, etc.
I hate that I feel this way. She is obviously still absolutely perfect, just the way she is. She knows nothing of any of this, or of how I’m feeling, of course. We’ve told her about the diagnosis but she isn’t really old enough to know what that entails or how much harder she is going to need to work than everyone else. I feel so guilty for feeling this way. Her happiness is obviously more important than university etc. But it turns out that I have quite a narrow life experience after all and I am scared for her.
Did you all feel this way too? I feel like a terrible parent. I should just be able to accept the way that she is.