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Number of ratings3 Number of reviews1 Listens toOver 18 LanguagesEnglish Listener sinceAug 10, 2015 Last activeover 6 months ago GenderFemale PathStep 4 People helped1 Chats1 Forum posts29 Forum upvotes9
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Hello! My name is Katie and as many of you know, life sucks sometimes. That's why I am here to help. I had suffered from depression and suicidal thoughts, and I want to be a counselor when I get out of collage. My favorite color is yellow and my favorite animal is a hummingbird.Some more stuff: I struggled, and still kind of struggle with dyslexia. I usually use voice control to send messages. And I am the slow, down to earth type. You know the song Photograph, by Ed Sheeran? That is my fave song in the world! I am an introvert and I work best with other introverts. Please note that I may have misspellings or grammar issues, for I haven't taken the time to end my dyslexia, it's just the norm:) but anyway, rate me!!!!!!! And talk to me, I will make you happy!
Now I will tell you about my history. Sorry this is so long.
I was born in CAlifornia with two brothers. One is 25 right now (I'm 20) and the other is 27. I was born with very severe dyslexia and it was hard for me to find the motivation to even get out of bed. I used my anger and sadness fueled by my disability to get myself into trouble. But now I know that that will make everything worse. I use my powers being a wonderful listener and all to my advantage as well. I can learn from the troubles people have.
I am a cat lover, and my cat, Graham helps me calm down when I pet her orange fur. I hope you are fortunate enough to have a pet in your life too!
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Our Daily Diary
Journals & Diaries / by Comfortingbubbles
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October 7th, 2015
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Dyslexic and Dumb and Suicidal
Disability Support / by Comfortingbubbles
Last post
October 16th, 2015
...See more so I was 6 when I was diagnosed with dyslexia. And I was 12 when I became suicidal. I felt like I had no point. I was sort of illiterate, and I had to be read to all the time. At first, I loved all of the attention, but then, I started to realize it was because I was hopeless. At 12, there I was. In front of a knife. Ready to make the move while my parents were out for dinner and I was left with my big brother. After a tearful conversation with Justin, my brother, I realized I didn't kill myself because I was too weak to do it, but because I was too strong. When I was 13, Justin went to collage like Mike did 2 years ago. I got all of the attention, again, but I began to pity it. I didn't have a crutch on my worst days. I was so afraid and I begged him to come back. But he was across the country, far away in Florida. I couldn't make him come back. At 14, I devised a plan when I was talking to my mom. Every 8th of the month (since that is the number of both Justin and I's B-days) I could talk to Justin on the phone for 15 minutes. It was a great plan. After 6 years of happiness yet depression at some points, like when my dad died, I found this site (about 4 months ago). I just became a listener a week ago, and helping people with problems of their own makes me feel good. Now, I live with Justin in a flat in North Carolina. I am glad to be reunited after so long with my brother again. I hope this life story has made you realize that dyslexics are all around us, in every field. And they are NOT dumb. Being dyslexic is a gift, it means you can think ways no one else has thought of, and you also have a creative imagination like no other. Feel free to comment
Primary Dyslexia
Disability Support / by Comfortingbubbles
Last post
November 11th, 2015
...See more I've had primary dyslexia since I was about 6. Now, at 20, I can't find a job good for me. I can spell fine, but my grammar and handwriting have always been my main struggles. My brother has moderate primary dyslexia, and my dad does too, so I guess primary kind of runs in the family. But for me, it was different. I couldn't go to school at all and it was "severist of the severe" as the doctor stated. Now, it is very slight-moderate, but my dyslexia won't allow me to get into a good collage, get a good job or even manage to do any daily activities on my own. At least I give good advice. And my roommates are smart enough to give me a helping hand, although they joke about throwing me into an asylum. I don't want to live like this. Any advice?