Standing beside the F-14A Tomcat with my name as the Plane Captain, 31 Oct. 1992. VF-302 Fighting Stallions, NAS Miramar, San Diego, California.
If you are reading this, I hope that you saw something worth investigation on the introduction page.
First off, you probably have got it sussed out by now that I am 38 years of age, and am a bloke named Mark. But the
most important thing, and I hope this is the reason you are here on this site, I am Dyslexic. I am yearning to learn
how to use this Multi-Dimensional way of thinking to my (and I hope ours as well) advantage. I have no clue to as
what I am doing or where this is going, so that is why I am taking on this little endeavour of mine (ours).
I was born sometime around 2:45 AM on the morning of December 16th 1970. I recall very little of that day, other
than "The Tears of a Clown" by Smoky Robinson and the Miracles was toping the the Top 40 charts that day. From
what I hear my Dad was stoked at having a boy finally after having three girls in the late 1940's to the mid 1950's.
Right there is another hint about me,...I could be the last living joke of the World War II Generation. I'm 38 and
my Dad is 86, he Served in the U.S. Navy as a gunner in a TBM Avenger fighting in the latter part of the the War in
the Pacific Theatre.
Needless to say, I think I had it better than many of my peers in terms of parents. Both of my parents were
second-generation born in the U.S. this side of England. My Dad's family comes from the West Country and my
Mother's family is from the the Home Counties.
My Mother died when I was 15, so my memories of my teen age years are mainly of growing up with my Dad
raising me. I do not consider myself as coming from a "Single Parent Home", my parents did not split on purpose,
it just happened that way.
I will try to get back to the serious subject of Dyslexia (or Multi-Dimensional Thinking as I am learning to see
it as). If I recall correct, I was diagnosed with Dyslexia in the early 1980's. I don't remember the start of it, I
think my Mother saw it in me long before I did. I went to see a doctor who was pioneering research on Long Island,
New York. This was circa 1982-83, actually the testing was sort of fun. I got to see pictures of elephants projected
at high speed, I had cold and warm water put into me ears, I forgot some of the other testing. I was diagnosed
with having Dyslexia at that time. What I recall from my school years is around 7th or 8th grade my grades
started their descent. I passed, but never could concentrate long enough to do homework (doing this project
has/is tough at times, but the end justifies...). I did extremely crappy at maths, I would mix up 2s and 3s (still do,
but I know it now, so I can watch for it).
This is bad, here I am making a website to help Dyslexics like us find out what we are good at doing and hopefully
make a career network, and I can't really explain what it is like to be Dyslexic. If you are here and can relate so far
(especially to the introduction page), I don't think I need to explain much more. I do not intend this to be a site
for parents who are concerned about their children, there are many other websites that do a much better job on
that issue than I can.
The people that use this site (I hope) are those of us who know we are Dyslexic, and have come to see it as a
positive attribute, and are yearning to know how to make the most of this ability. This endeavour of mine was started
a couple of years ago when I started to learn more about being a Multi-Dimensional Thinker. I had always known
that being Dyslexic did not mean being less intelligent, my parents always told me that. In the back of my mind I
knew that I was intelligent, but just did not do good in school. I did good enough to graduate high school, but just.
Following my enlistment in the the U.S. Navy I decided I wanted to attend university. At first I did decent, but
after moving back to the Lower-48 after living in Alaska for four years, going back to school proved to be a fiasco.
My introduction page goes into detail about that.
In the last year of researching what it is to be Dyslexic I have run into many great people who have helped me see
this as being a great thing. A great thing...but I have no idea how to use this gift to it's full potential, and that is
why I am here, I need help, hopefully others like me do also.
Thank you
Mark
First off, you probably have got it sussed out by now that I am 38 years of age, and am a bloke named Mark. But the
most important thing, and I hope this is the reason you are here on this site, I am Dyslexic. I am yearning to learn
how to use this Multi-Dimensional way of thinking to my (and I hope ours as well) advantage. I have no clue to as
what I am doing or where this is going, so that is why I am taking on this little endeavour of mine (ours).
I was born sometime around 2:45 AM on the morning of December 16th 1970. I recall very little of that day, other
than "The Tears of a Clown" by Smoky Robinson and the Miracles was toping the the Top 40 charts that day. From
what I hear my Dad was stoked at having a boy finally after having three girls in the late 1940's to the mid 1950's.
Right there is another hint about me,...I could be the last living joke of the World War II Generation. I'm 38 and
my Dad is 86, he Served in the U.S. Navy as a gunner in a TBM Avenger fighting in the latter part of the the War in
the Pacific Theatre.
Needless to say, I think I had it better than many of my peers in terms of parents. Both of my parents were
second-generation born in the U.S. this side of England. My Dad's family comes from the West Country and my
Mother's family is from the the Home Counties.
My Mother died when I was 15, so my memories of my teen age years are mainly of growing up with my Dad
raising me. I do not consider myself as coming from a "Single Parent Home", my parents did not split on purpose,
it just happened that way.
I will try to get back to the serious subject of Dyslexia (or Multi-Dimensional Thinking as I am learning to see
it as). If I recall correct, I was diagnosed with Dyslexia in the early 1980's. I don't remember the start of it, I
think my Mother saw it in me long before I did. I went to see a doctor who was pioneering research on Long Island,
New York. This was circa 1982-83, actually the testing was sort of fun. I got to see pictures of elephants projected
at high speed, I had cold and warm water put into me ears, I forgot some of the other testing. I was diagnosed
with having Dyslexia at that time. What I recall from my school years is around 7th or 8th grade my grades
started their descent. I passed, but never could concentrate long enough to do homework (doing this project
has/is tough at times, but the end justifies...). I did extremely crappy at maths, I would mix up 2s and 3s (still do,
but I know it now, so I can watch for it).
This is bad, here I am making a website to help Dyslexics like us find out what we are good at doing and hopefully
make a career network, and I can't really explain what it is like to be Dyslexic. If you are here and can relate so far
(especially to the introduction page), I don't think I need to explain much more. I do not intend this to be a site
for parents who are concerned about their children, there are many other websites that do a much better job on
that issue than I can.
The people that use this site (I hope) are those of us who know we are Dyslexic, and have come to see it as a
positive attribute, and are yearning to know how to make the most of this ability. This endeavour of mine was started
a couple of years ago when I started to learn more about being a Multi-Dimensional Thinker. I had always known
that being Dyslexic did not mean being less intelligent, my parents always told me that. In the back of my mind I
knew that I was intelligent, but just did not do good in school. I did good enough to graduate high school, but just.
Following my enlistment in the the U.S. Navy I decided I wanted to attend university. At first I did decent, but
after moving back to the Lower-48 after living in Alaska for four years, going back to school proved to be a fiasco.
My introduction page goes into detail about that.
In the last year of researching what it is to be Dyslexic I have run into many great people who have helped me see
this as being a great thing. A great thing...but I have no idea how to use this gift to it's full potential, and that is
why I am here, I need help, hopefully others like me do also.
Thank you
Mark
One of the most recent photos of me, from the Summer of 2009.
