Who me? Dyslexic?

I used to think most people process information the same way until my 2nd year of my Neuroscience degree in Cardiff. I had a lecture on dyslexia,  the theory behind it, what it was, how it may effect the brain and the way we interpret information. Dr Foster read one of my papers on the autonomic nervous system and said I was dyslexic. He just taught me about dyslexia and now he is telling me I am dyslexic. He advised me to go to the dyslexic centre, a few doors down from the student union and book a test. I was apprehensive, unsure and confused on what to expect. Sweaty palms followed by a dry mouth, this was about to change how I viewed myself. I have always been okay with numbers but I struggle with grammar. I never could fully grasp phonetics, plus I would make poor grammar errors. I would memorise words and write them down 10 times. I thought that's how everyone did it. Only when I realised I was dyslexic then I realised maybe it's just me who has to go home and write down thalamus, cerebrum, hippocampus down ten times. If I haven't seen a word before or more importantly heard a word before, I wouldn’t know how to spell it or how to pronounce it. I would be lost and stuck on that one word while the lecture had moved on. I would make up words and reread my notes and not have a clue what I was trying to say. Some how I got through. I have always got through,  I would find my own ways to cope and somehow I got through. I was glad I was tested, I found the support, the acknowledgement of my neurodiversity, more importantly, I found alternative ways of learning. I still write things down ten times, it helped me get through.