I have been meaning to make this post for over a year and I just can't put it off anymore. Today is the anniversary of the day I believe my problems started.
You wouldn't know it now, but I used to have a gift for grammar. I taught myself to read as a toddler using circular advertisements and children's t.v. like sesame street. The only thing my family ever said positive about me was bragging about they day when I was 2 years old and shocked them that I could read.
This got me accepted into a private pre/school. That came with it's own nightmare story, but the good parts were the memories of winning reading, writing and even a state poetry competition. It ended in the 4th grade as a result of poor self esteem getting in the way.
In Jr. High I wanted to be a journalist and was on the media team for the school news and yearbook. That changed though when my grandmother ripped up my final copy for an article I had written for the front page. She told me it would embarrass her too much for anyone to read such garbage.
I never went to high school but in my 20's I rekindled that dream and went to college in hopes of majoring in English. On the placement exam I tested well above the classes available but they still require you to take certain mandatory classes. I was in and out of school due to trauma and D.V. but I always found my way back.
Tomorrow it will be 6 years ago in an literature class I received a note from one of my professors telling me that I was an excellent writer and he hoped to see me in print one day. This was the best birthday present I could have dreamed of. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of being so excited that I showed it to my grandmother. I didn't expect her to remember my birthday, she didn't believe in such things. I didn't expect to be torn down worse than she had ever torn me down before.
I don't know why, but I lost my ability to write that day. I forgot how to spell words. I would struggle with with an inability to figure out how to shorten a run on sentence. Grammar rules that I knew I knew were all of the sudden lost on me.
Around the same time people started pointing out that I developed a stutter almost over night. Ever since then I have struggle with constantly being shocked by how people misinterpret what I am trying to say. If it was just one or two people, fine, but this is every where I go.
I am pretty sure it is psychological. I go to sites online to study spelling and grammar, I just don't retain the info.
I know people have noticed my horrible grammar here, so I figured I would share what I know about it. Self editing doesn't help because I don't notice errors until at least a day later.
You wouldn't know it now, but I used to have a gift for grammar. I taught myself to read as a toddler using circular advertisements and children's t.v. like sesame street. The only thing my family ever said positive about me was bragging about they day when I was 2 years old and shocked them that I could read.
This got me accepted into a private pre/school. That came with it's own nightmare story, but the good parts were the memories of winning reading, writing and even a state poetry competition. It ended in the 4th grade as a result of poor self esteem getting in the way.
In Jr. High I wanted to be a journalist and was on the media team for the school news and yearbook. That changed though when my grandmother ripped up my final copy for an article I had written for the front page. She told me it would embarrass her too much for anyone to read such garbage.
I never went to high school but in my 20's I rekindled that dream and went to college in hopes of majoring in English. On the placement exam I tested well above the classes available but they still require you to take certain mandatory classes. I was in and out of school due to trauma and D.V. but I always found my way back.
Tomorrow it will be 6 years ago in an literature class I received a note from one of my professors telling me that I was an excellent writer and he hoped to see me in print one day. This was the best birthday present I could have dreamed of. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of being so excited that I showed it to my grandmother. I didn't expect her to remember my birthday, she didn't believe in such things. I didn't expect to be torn down worse than she had ever torn me down before.
I don't know why, but I lost my ability to write that day. I forgot how to spell words. I would struggle with with an inability to figure out how to shorten a run on sentence. Grammar rules that I knew I knew were all of the sudden lost on me.
Around the same time people started pointing out that I developed a stutter almost over night. Ever since then I have struggle with constantly being shocked by how people misinterpret what I am trying to say. If it was just one or two people, fine, but this is every where I go.
I am pretty sure it is psychological. I go to sites online to study spelling and grammar, I just don't retain the info.
I know people have noticed my horrible grammar here, so I figured I would share what I know about it. Self editing doesn't help because I don't notice errors until at least a day later.