I didn't learn to read particularly early in life (nor particularly late).
It was probably around kindergarten.
I wasn't especially good at reading when I first started.
In kindergarten, I had a copy of Black Beauty. And I was obsessed with horses. So I wanted to read it. My mother didn't discourage me, but she was convinced I wouldn't finish it. Because I wasn't a particularly stellar reader by any means. She offered it to be a bedtime story, where she read a chapter aloud to me every night. But I wanted to read Black Beauty. And I wanted to read it by myself. It took months. But I finished.
And once I started reading, well, I never stopped.
It got to the point where we had to have rules about reading, or I would never get anything done.
Reading was the only time I would sit still. And I would sit still for hours. Because I was reading.
We* weren't allowed to read before breakfast (or else we would never get ready for school on time.) We weren't allowed to read when guests were over for a playdate (because then we would ignore them). We weren't allowed to read more than a chapter after we were tucked in at night (because then we would read for hours and hours and never get any sleep).
When I read, I read in blocks down the page. When I read, I don't see the words. I just see stories in my head. (There are several circumstances where I think I have seen the movie-version of a book, but really I'm just watching it in my head).
I've read classics and Tamora Pierce and Harry Potter and Terry Pratchett (currently obsessed with him) and silly books and books on the Civil War and every textbook my cousin had when I visited them as my freshman year of college.
Words words words.
I will read anything with words.
One time my older cousins wanted to play "School" (which I thought was a silly game). So they gave me a dictionary thinking that would make me play instead of just reading the book. That was the day I realized how fun it can be to read dictionaries and look at all the organized, beautiful, alphabetical lists of words.
I read ridiculously fast as well. Something like reading the sixth Harry Potter book twice between 1:30am when I got home and 6 am when I went to sleep. (Because once you've read through a book once, it's fun to reread it with the knowledge of the ending, to look for hints along the way.)
Reading quickly has helped me so much in school. Because I read so much faster than average, it gives me more time on the actual work/writing the answers. It adds up over multi-page tests. And it helped me with reading comprehension.
(Especially standardized tests.)
E. from The Third Glance talks about reading comprehension here.
I survived “reading comprehension” by reading and thinking about the questions FIRST, before reading the text. I would try to understand what it was they were asking in my own words. I would rephrase things I perceived as “important” parts of the question multiple different ways, so it was in my brain. Why? Because then I knew exactly what I had to look for in the text. I could then read, looking for the keywords I knew would be relevant, and answer the questions as they came up. I hated doing this, because it meant that I was missing most of the point of the text. I could understand a sentence, maybe two at a time, tops. I would be able to process almost nothing. Yet I could answer most (but not all) of the questions. Those questions of “what was the author feeling when s/he wrote this passage?” and “what value is the author trying to portray in line 12?” will always be a mystery to me. Sometimes I can guess right, but seriously, I have NO IDEA if the author was trying to tell me something or not. My absolute “favorite” of this type of question is “would the author of passage 9 agree with the author of passage 12 on some topic that is only vaguely related to either topic addressed in passages 9 and 12?”
And these questions are frustrating. And they are ALWAYS on standardized tests. I think the only reason I did so well on these was that I was good enough at reading that I could read the passage through every time multiple times during the test, and still finish before everyone else, because I was just lucky enough to read that fast. And we had some of these during class and everything I got wrong in school, my mom would go over with me at home and explain WHY it was wrong and have me do sample problems sometimes until I knew how to do things correctly. So I learned the tricks for these problems and got much better at guessing. (But I still feel like I'm lying on things like this and still feel like I'm lying when I write English essays on topics like this, so I suppose I should be glad that I am probably done with this FOREVER). Because I LOVE stories and I LOVE facts but I do not like the essay version of interpreting them at all.
And I always read all the assigned readings for class. And I never understood why they would say to study from notes instead of the book, because it would take me less time to reread the chapter instead of my mostly illegible notes. (And even now, I still remember all the diagrams from my AP Biology textbook.)
Also, when you read you don't have to talk to people.
And that is quite nice as well.
* I use we because this applies to both me and Medium Sister.
Labels: autistic?, books, horses, Medium Sister, my brain, reading, special interest