There was a discussion of learning disabilities on Facebook this morning which reminded me of this:
Like quite a few people, I am dyslexic. Slightly. My first grade teacher discovered this when I could NOT spell 'the' correctly. I'd look at the word and write down teh. Nobody had a name for this problem nor did they know how to handle it in the 1950s. So I muddled along.
Believe it or not, I became a writer and a Librarian.
Now, imagine this. I look at the catalog to find the Dewey decimal number of the book(s) a patron needs and I write it down. Halfway to the bookshelves, I check the scrap paper where I wrote it and I discover that, of course, I have reversed the numbers. At this point, I fake it. Since by this time I have most of the Dewey areas memorized, I simply keep on heading to the Sports section, or whatever, and find the book for the person. (and make another mental note to self that I really, really need to double-check what I wrote down Before walking the person to the bookshelves.)
p.s. Spellcheck has saved me many times since it was invented, but there's no spellcheck for Dewey decimal numbers.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Confession - I am dyslexic
Labels: Dewey Decimal, dyslexic, librarian, no help with numbers, spellcheck, writer
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There's an idea for a new app . . . Dewey Decimal assistance.
Our department chair couldn't spell, so she was a role model for persisting despite problems and accepting editing help from others.
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