Dyslexia Never Dies: You Live with It

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I got my own phone number wrong yesterday because I “dyslexed” the numerals. Worse, I also gave out the wrong number to family and friends.

I rarely think about “being dyslexic,” except when I am reminded — like yesterday, when I returned to the SFR store where I bought my French cell phone.

“My cell phone doesn’t ring,” I attempt to say in French to the young woman who…