It is tough. I wonder how good for me all this exploration into my maritime heritage and love for the sea is for me at 37. It is hard to consider the time lost. What can you do? I thought I had left that part of me behind. I didn't understand my own love of naval history.
No one at school understood. My parents weren't discouraging but I guess life was complex back then. I considered myself poor at maths, but I didn't know I was dyslexic and that can affect my maths ability. I can do maths - I even got an A on my GCSE- but I had my confidence knocked badly
I didn't have extra help from anyone my entire education and I got a long way on my own but university was terrible for me. I just wasn't prepared for it all. I don't think the system was prepared for a diverse range of students to come through their doors. I was diagnosed dyslexic at the age of 21 and I was suffering mentally a great deal. I have worked on my emotional baggage from that time. I survived. I am a survivor. I am more resilient and stronger than I have ever been.
But I wish I hadn't taken the academic route. Not without proper support and knowing I was dyslexic. Every time I went to university it has been traumatic in some way.
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