Our clients are some of the most incredible people who work with their unique learning styles in order to succeed in many fields. Many of them remain in contact and share their successes with us.  This page is dedicated to our clients past and present. The stories on this page were sent to us by successful adults who requested and signed written, informed consent to celebrate their achievement on our web site

Words whizzed through my head. I grabbed at various symbols, equations, and due dates in efforts to pull them aside.  I pushed everything away and tried to think. I pulled out a beautiful smooth piece of paper. Its edges shined, reassuring that everything would be okay.  But still I was hesitant. This was not like any other piece I had done before. Instead of displaying another persons’ pain or hardships this was about my own. I was no longer watching a stranger, no longer writing their story, but I was opening a window into my soul.  I was showing the world my secret. Who knew if I would survive? 

 My advance placement art teacher was one of my biggest critics. She didn’t understand the idea, but through her judgments I was inspired. I did not banish my original idea completely, but refined it and a similar idea emerged.  

Instead of having hands hold my brain I decided to make a sea of words, to write a paragraph how I saw it.  In the very center of that turmoil I drew a man, but just his face. I wanted to create a sense of loneliness and detachment from the world.  The man is facing sideways; he is pale, and almost plastic looking.  I did this because I wanted him to be seen as a mannequin-a hollow being.  

This symbolizes the tears of my childhood, the ones that ran down my cheeks as I tried to cover my face.  I peeked through my hair and counted the seats between the reader and I. Everyone had to read aloud, and everyone would laugh at me. The man wears a tall black hat, but his brain shows.  His brain is pink and healthy, but in it everything is reversed, jumbled or upside down and unreadable to most. His brain represents what every individual with dyslexia has to go through. I wanted viewers to understand what dyslexics go through. 
When creating this specific piece I was constantly ripped on.  The people I told torn the idea to pieces. Criticism has been one of my great fears, but through criticism I have given birth to many great pieces- ones that would have never came to be if it weren’t for pointing fingers or the eyes of judgment. Although I still fear criticism, I am working towards setting aside my feelings and using it for my benefit. None of my colleges knew I was Dyslexic and a lot of people didn’t even know what it was. It was not “cool” to be L.D, and I did not want to be labeled as stupid; so I did not tell anyone , except for my closest friends and family, it was not until the final came out did I admit why I was so passionate about the subject.
This piece was created to express the overwhelming feelings many children and myself experienced when growing up with a learning disability. I wanted non-dyslexics to peek into our minds, and to gain a basic understand that it’s true. Dyslexia is stressful. I wanted the beholder to realize that yes, it is frustrating to sift the unwanted information when due dates are creeping ahead. 
Through making this piece I have grown not only in my abilities of manipulating media, but I am proud to be a dyslexic.  I am proud to have a brain so powerful and complex that it can reassemble, encode and even read entire paragraphs backwards, something that non-dyslexics would be baffled by.

I am now a freshman at the University of Oshkosh.  I have recently changed my major to graphic design and I am minoring in journalism.  My name is Tina and I am proud in saying I am dyslexic.