I wasn’t always dyslexic. I’m old enough that “learning disabilities” didn’t exist as a category when i was a kid. Back then, there wasn’t any particular diagnosis for my unusual way of seeing the world. I was already a twenty-seven-year-old professor at Michigan State University when I first heard myself described as “a severe dyslexic with tendencies to attention deficit disorder”. Before that, the diagnosis was simpler: I was simply “obstinate”.