I Kept My Childhood Shame A Secret For Years. Now It’s Time To Be Honest About Who I Really Am.
Scrolling through Instagram recently, I stopped on a post. It was meant to be a joke — a word intentionally spelled the wrong way and its meaning misinterpreted because the person posting it supposedly had dyslexia. In the comments, someone said, “As a teacher, I find this exceedingly humorous!!!” I didn’t find it funny at … Read more
