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Writing my journal before a long and busy day :)

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Coffee shop reading session then :)

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Just because you are dyslexic doesn’t mean you can’t achieve anything or you are “stupid”

First of all, I would like to outline that by me being dyslexic it does not mean I have an inability to spell nor does it mean I am stupid.

I am actually a fairly intelligent person, who has gone through 16 years of education so far with fairly good/ ‘average’ grades despite having a lapse in my first year of university.

I am currently 20 and going on to 21 and only just found out that I am dyslexic, so please tell me how a person with dyslexia is stupid despite me getting to university to study a pretty hard subject in itself?

My dyslexia doesn't mean I cannot spell, it means I have difficulty in processing the information I am given to read and may take several times to read the same paragraph in order to get the information to soak in. I have difficulty in finding the right words to say and in some cases have said the complete wrong word, therefore changing the meaning of what I am supposed to be saying; which can be funny in some cases but also frustrating for me when I sometimes can’t get a serious point or idea across. My dyslexia also means I have issues with my memory, so I honestly can be a bit of a Dory like person, that if you tell me one thing I will forget it within seconds, which can make both my job and uni life very hard. There is also the issue with a short attention span, meaning I am distracted very easily!

But one thing I have noticed within myself is that I think very differently to others and an example of this is when a friend argues with their parents, I always offer different scenarios to which they have never thought about before and possibly would never have thought about. Through this I realised I was good at advice and despite my short attention span I was also a good listener, I could make sense of situations through reenacting them in my head to make sense of what also may be going on in another's mind. This does not mean I am a mind reader, I am far from it but through having my own experience of mental health which include depression and anxiety from a young age, and having this neurodiversity I realised I could use this to my own advantage which will help to pursue my dream and has in fact made me believe that just through a diagnosis that most would take negatively and believe that they are stupid, I believe it has boosted me and made me realise that despite having to work harder to get where I want to be through an educational system which may not grade me in a way which is far to this neurodiversity. I actually have the potential of getting somewhere and may be better in the real life environment which comes after the university.

So the point I am getting at, if someone believes that dyslexia is a barrier in which makes you incapable of doing something because you are ‘stupid’, prove them wrong as I went 20 years of my life without being diagnosed and got to university.

Everyone has the ability to do anything they want to do, as long as you work hard and enjoy it, and worst comes to worse fake it till you make it.

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Learn how to weather your storms, not just survive in the sunshine.

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“She builds others up because she knows what it’s like to be torn down.”

— Unknown

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Studying in a cafe with a vanilla latte and raspberry cheesecake muffin 😍👌🏼

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Just because your past has been damaged doesn’t mean your future has to be worthless.

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Bit of advice, funny stories and a bit of nagging of uni

So let me tell, University isn’t just some walk in the park, nor is it all nights out and sleeping with people willy-nilly; I mean it might be for some but in my experience, it is exactly the opposite of this.

So when I first got to university, I was like a deer in headlights. Honestly, I had about several emotions at once which conflicted either from where will I unpack this box, how will I make friends at university and firstly OMG I will be living on my own grounds rather than in a house with parents with other people in the same boat. So from that as a person who was already fairly independent; I had been working since I was 16, so I wasn’t too worried, I knew how to budget and fairly organise myself, I was and still am a good cook ( even if i do say so myself), but it was all on my terms when I ate, what I ate and how I cleaned my room/kitchen.

So as you can imagine it was a crazy experience, as it was a lot in one go!

But funnily enough my first night of uni I will never forget. Within a few hours of my parents/grandparents leaving me in the halls, I had managed to drop my phone down the toilet! In my head, I was just thinking I can’t cope already. I am already this disaster who has managed to screw it up and ruined my phone which was expensive as it was, you know since apple considerably rips you off for this technology that you can get so much cheaper everywhere else if you can part away from this fashioned brand with the good old iMessage and FaceTime…

I still went to the first-night event though, which was a white t-shirt party which is where you met everyone you were essentially living with and studying alongside. I won’t lie I can’t say I know everyone I lived with as in my first year I lived in this massive old building, which was essentially like a hotel with singular rooms going down it, and between every other room, there was a toilet and two showers and kitchens either end of the floor. So as you can imagine there was about 30 odd on each floor and I was on the second floor ( I am still thankful for the lift being there too, it meant in a drunken state I didn't have to face what felt like a mountain of stairs!). But within this white T-shirt party, I had met a good few of them that was on my floor and that I had previously spoken to on social media (Facebook the lifesaver!!!!!!), which I will say helped with my anxiety before moving into university. So I cannot recommend to those going to uni enough to make sure you find all the facebook pages and group chats for your year of freshers, the university page and the halls of residence pages, as they really do help and it can come more helpful to at least be good friends with one virtually before the original meeting of everyone in one go. It was within the event my T-shirt was signed by everyone starting that year, and typically as words do, they had spread about my phone going down the toilet the first night, so as you can imagine this was written all over my top by several people in several places of the top… oh yay.

However, to make my first night at uni so much better are you ready for the best bit? I was kicked out of my room on the first night! Yeah, you read that right. A wasps nest had started to develop in my room since leaving a little window open to air it out since it was vacant over summer. From the get-go, I was ready to leave and give up on this dream of becoming a psychologist/counsellor. Nevertheless I had luckily met someone on tinder a year or so before going to uni, who was at the other university in the same city, but had remained good friends since first speaking to one another, so thankfully I had at least a floor to sleep on with a blanket for the first night, despite being given all these offers from people I had just met, on the first night I was far too anxious to stay with them.

The second day of uni, my family brought my old phone to me so I had a phone until my insurance claim went through and I would have a good phone again, that fully functioned. But funnily enough, this old phone ended up with a smashed screen thanks to helping another fresher on a night out, who obviously couldn’t handle their drink. Oh yeah, another piece of advice for anyone going to university, get used to your drinking ability beforehand, as it is hard for us heavyweights balancing about 6 people, keeping them safe and getting them home in one piece, especially when most drunken idiots decide that running into busy roads is a good idea! I also do recommend definitely going to freshers week though, and finding out what different clubs are doing as they are some of the best nights out you can have before you get clogged up with endless deadlines, unless you are one of the fortunate few that have the ability to write an essay overnight and still get an amazing grade, then I slightly despise you for that.

The next disaster I had at university, that I have heard everyone experience is the dreaded finding a house for second year/third year. There is always fall outs during this process, and no one ever really knows why it just seems to be the point where everyone drops this fake Mr. nice guy act and becomes there true self. And trust me I have met some characters during my university experience so far and there are some awful, toxic people out there.

So before you get your hopes up of leaving the childlike drama that you experienced at school, because at a university there is still backstabbers, aggressive people and in general the people that will put you down for anything; which so far I have experienced in both my first and second year. Also don’t forget the best kind of people, the ones that tell you interesting facts about yourself that you never even knew yourself, like damn I didn’t know I slept with so many people but apparently that was common gossip across ‘friends’. But I won’t scare you too much as there are also some lovely people out there that you meet at university, and I am so fortunate to know just a few and can see the friendship continuing even after we leave university despite living miles apart.

However I will warn you of the worst thing to do with a university is the good old debate of whether it's a bread bun, bread cake, cob and bread roll will ruin friendships or leave you arguing about it for days! I personally call it a bread bun or a bap if there is bacon in it, but I lived with a few people from Nottingham area that called it a cob, like ew, but this caused a lot of digs every day over it being a cob and well I was outnumbered!

And there is also the issue that if you are susceptible of picking up other accents too, you will quite possibly leave for summer with about 6 different accents rather than the one you came with. I, myself am from Lincolnshire but lived with 2 Irish people, 4 from Nottinghamshire and several others from Yorkshire, so just imagine how many words I started to say different and in weird ways. Even when I go back to work there is the comment that I pronounce some words very posh, but that was also around since I grew up with family from down south, but got progressively more and more due to the various accents I was in contact with each day.

There is also the joys of meeting people who have had mummy and daddy cleaning after them all the time too, and it is very noticeable to find these kinds of people, and I had 3 of them in the kitchen with me, and I was only in a kitchen of 4 of us. They were so messy and sometimes I am pretty sure didn’t understand what food hygiene was, and for me who worked in a food industry this was very frustrating, and I mean I live with one now in the second year also who is the same. But I suppose you could say I am a bit of a clean freak when it comes to the kitchen being cleaned and hygienic as I used to wash everything up straight away, dry it and have it straight back in my cupboard and out of everyone else's way within the same hour of eating and preparing my food.

On the topic of kitchens, you will also see some people don’t really know how to share the space you are provided with, whether it is in university accommodation or private accommodation. I have experienced this in my both of my years so far at uni, as people seem to have the primal instant when they go to the shop to buy so much shopping that they have to ‘borrow’ other people’s shelves as well as their own, meaning that half the time you have to cater your shop to a tiny part of a shelf that can sometimes barely even fit a little butter on, which I mean is ideal for the student that only really know/eat toast and beans but not for people like me who are very experimental when it comes to cooking and likes to have plenty of cheese.

But nevertheless, I recommend anyone going to university to stay on their feet, get your work done early and get the additional help provided. This might sound like the usual nagging teacher comment that they always say but from going from failing in my first year to now getting 2:1s, and recently being diagnosed with dyslexia too I am getting the additional help I need and it is evidently paying off!

TBC

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Shit ppl don’t get about Dyslexia

What Dyslexia does mean:

Memory problems

Reading comprehension can be difficult

Difficulty articulating ideas/points

Words can move around (on a page or in the head)

Slower writing

Short attention span

Can effect every-day things like paying for food and talking to friends

Can be a genuinely life effecting disorder

What Dyslexia doesn’t mean:

You’re just bad at spelling

They must be bad at English

That person is dumb

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How the U.K Views Mental Illness

The U.K has a very diverse view on mental health. Some people believe its a serious problem and needs more funding and staff to help people, others believe this to be untrue, and don’t view it as a serious problem. I wanted to know if this was a generational divide or simply peoples opinions regardless of age. This is my second article covering this subject, previously I interviewed the Greatest Generation (born before the end of WW2) to find out their opinions on mental health in the U.K.

In this article, I’m interviewing the generation that followed them – Baby-Boomers. Baby-Boomers are born between 1946-1964. Post-war Britain was littered with returning soldiers laiden with many mental health problems that hadn’t been recognised yet, for example, ‘shell shock’ which is now known as post-traumatic stress disorder. Given that people were suffering during this time, I wanted to know if the increase in sufferers furthered the conversation on mental health.

“Had you ever heard the phrase ‘mental health problem’ growing up?”

Andrew Osborne, 54: Not so much while I was growing up. It seems……

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About me

I am currently a student at university studying psychology, I am in the second year out of 3 in my undergraduate degree and looking to continue onto masters after completing this degree. 

I am looking to write about my personal experience of a university as well as hoping to read about other people’s experience. 

 I will be posting my first long story of so far tonight and then hoping to continue as a hobby on the side of working and university, which can get very busy.