Weekly Writing Challenge – Blue is my colour
Every day after school Kate was called into the sitting room where her father sat on the sofa with the dreaded cardboard clock face with movable hands. It was a routine they both loathed, along with the book reading and times table sessions that also occurred on a regular basis. Kate was 5 years old and still had not mastered these skills. She was always the last in the class in most subjects and although nothing was said she knew that her father thought she was slow. His face betrayed him as he toiled to teach her the rudiments. His cheeks splashed red with frustration then deepened to crimson as the anger built. Sessions always ended with salty tears spilling from Kate’s brown eyes and a sense of despair exuding from both parties.
Many years later when a teacher raised the possibility of dyslexia, Kate’s mother mentioned that she also had problems reading
‘the words dance off the page’ she said
It turned out that grandma also had issues with the printed word.
‘Have you noticed that she reads books from back to front’? Kate’s Mother asked
Dyslexia is apparently hereditary. However, in Kate’s childhood little was known or published about it and dyslexia often went unidentified.
Since then much research has been done on the subject and it has been found that black typeface on different coloured backgrounds or single coloured perspex placed over words can resolve many reading difficulties for dyslexic people. Some people even wear glasses tinted with the colour that works best for them.
Luckily for Kate something naturally clicked at the age of 6 and she spent the next few years making up for lost time, consuming book after book until she was ahead of her fellow classmates. Reading is still a major passion of adult Kate’s life, although maths and spelling will never be her strong point (numeric dyslexia is also common) but computers make life a lot easier for her.
Just think what difference a splash of colour could have made to Kate’s life. She may not have been bullied so much at school, she may have excelled at an earlier age, she may have passed more exams, she may have developed a higher self-esteem, her family life may not have been so fraught.
I wonder how many other children and adults need that splash of colour in their lives?
And I wonder how many of you perusing this story found different paragraphs of the piece easier or harder to read?
Blue is my colour – I am Kate