I have trouble with left and right, especially when driving. I know the way I want to go, but if someone says “take a left, I have to think about what which direction that is.
The trick I learned (from another dyslexic friend in high school) is that if you extend your index finger and thumb on your left hand it makes…

While I appreciate the intent of the site, it significantly overstates the stereotypical ways that dyslexia sometimes manifests, while ignoring some of the more significant ways it effects daily life.

I was diagnosed with severe dyslexia in second grade, and struggled through school all the way through my…

When I was a kid growing up in the ‘50s we had these. Everything old is new again.

I was made to take typing classes as a kid (elementary school in the 90s), both in school proper and as an extracurricular activity once my parents bought us our first home computer (!!!). I haaated the proper typing technique and to this day just sort of wing it. I wonder how much I absorbed, but as I’m typing now…

Calling out the obvious.

Here’s another youtube video of Malcolm’s explanation.

“Sorry for passing you on a double yellow, I’d love to help pay for any hospital bills you have oh wait”

Not my idea, but surprised no one has posted this yet.

more sugar, more bees

Let’s right that wrong now, shall we?

completely tangent to where you were going...

Possibly relevant...

HOW HAS NO ONE POSTED THIS?

Exactly! People seem to say that the length is the issue, but since we have Exhibit B here with a brand new Smart ForTwo being even shorter than the classic Mini, it's obvious that is not the issue.

400th Back to the Future 2 reference since New Year's Day BUT self-adjusting clothes. Just sayin

Yep. That's the scene. I was so scared that my arms flew up and I smashed my Jolly Rancher stick into the chair somehow. I swear to god I cannot watch anything about underwater goings on after watching that movie, and I think I was 12 when the movie came out. Seriously, whenever something about scuba diving, or…

I'm glad nobody destroyed you.

Suddenly I'm rather annoyed that I'd hung out in Hungary each summer for 3 years, and somehow one of the most dangerously cool things to happen occurred a month early...

Looks like a modern mishmash of Poe's William Wilson and Dostoyevsky's The Double.