ONE OUT OF FIVE OF US HAS A LEARNING DISABILITY. WHEN JAKE GREER, MY FICTIONAL 7TH GRADER FOUND THIS OUT, HE LOOKED AROUND THE DINNER TABLE , AND GUESS WHAT, HE FIGURED THAT HE WAS THE ONE…BUT HE FOUND OUT THAT WASN’T QUITE TRUE…
THE BLOG… ACCORDING TO JAKE GREER
“My dad hated me for years. At least that’s what it felt like. When my mom died, OMG, it was hell. My dad ignored me. If he didn’t ignore me, his disapproving glares were enough to stop a clock. He constantly made comments about my spelling and writing. And he was not impressed with my rap-rhyming.
“The last day of summer; I lay in my bed,
remembering something my mother had said.
Your dad struggled at school and never read well,
Behind in his writing and hardly could spell.”
My mom never came flat out and told me that my father had learning disabilities. I am not sure she really knew. It took me a while to figure it out myself. My resource teacher at school told us that dyslexia is a genetic disorder. It made me start to question my dad.And by then she had already died. I never saw my dad read a newspaper, or a book. Actually, when I think about it, my mom used to read the Los Angeles Times to him every morning.
Next time I’ll tell you what Patrick and I did that almost landed us in juvie hall. The prank that eventually brought me and my dad together. The trick that made my dad finally confess to me.