I came across this website which supposedly shows you what it's like to read with dyslexia. I'll give you a moment to try to read that. Did you go? Were you able to read what was said? The funny thing is that's almost exactly what happens to me, except to a much lesser degree.
Often time when I'm looking at words I'll see the absolute wrong things written. Sometimes it'll be something so obviously wrong that I have to reread the words. Once at work, I thought that there was a very obvious sexual phrase in a credit card brochure. That there's no way the brochure would suggest customers ingest penises, I had to reread the sentence only to realize it was an extremely innocuous sentence.
For my entire life, I've been having to deal with dyslexia. It's not reading backward, it's more like having everything jumbled up into a confused mishmash, but thankfully it's not so extreme as it used to be. More than once in my life, I've read books or articles and come away confused. Landmark school did a lot to teach me coping methods, and you have no idea how much it relieved me to actually know what it was that was causing me to have so much trouble in school.
Worse, trying to read aloud is nearly impossible. Reading, then speaking, even my own work, seems to be just too much. There are constant starts and stops and I back up because I read a word wrong. It's beyond frustrating and makes me feel stupid. The imagery I am trying to convey with my words sounds dull and the stumbling of my words, to my ears at least, completely destroys whatever good I accomplish with my writing.
My whole life people have remarked on my intelligence. I tend to downplay it. Perhaps it is because of the speaking. Perhaps it is because I tend to have so much trouble translating the knowledge I have at hand to actual practical effect. I can not tell you what specifically makes me feel like I am a bumbling idiot. Whatever it is, it's plagued me almost my whole life.
Learning disabilities can drive you mad. You see your friends doing things that you struggle with. The thing is I've come to learn that when one thing is taken from you, you're often given something in return. Often there are connections I can make, and my memory for the things people say is truly remarkable. I'm often able to understand difficult concepts, even if I am not able to relate the same concepts to others. Dyslexia isn't all bad. True it can frustrate the hell out of me at times, but I know no other way of thinking, and I have to think I'm this way for a reason.