Words can't describe my feelings toward your father, a respected teacher.
Never cared enough to teach you to read, locked you away when you cried, until the authorities discovered the dreadful abuse you endured, and removed you to a safer place.
At 16, rejected by the education system as too difficult to manage, you were welcomed where I worked.
Your bewilderment at the written word spurred me to action, to learn to teach reading.
Too late for you though, you'd been moved on.
I'd have enjoyed working with you. I'm sorry it didn't happen, but thankyou for changing my life.
A drabble is a story told in 100 words. No more. No less.
This drabble is based on a true story of a teenager who'd been removed from the family home due to abuse, and describes why I undertook postgraduate units to learn to teach adults and dyslexics to learn to read. Our society treats people who struggle with reading as lazy, incompetent, dumb or half witted and as if they're less than second class citizens. There's always a story behind the difficulties they face, and sometimes it's having an abusive parent and missing years of schooling.