If I could read, I probably wouldn’t have mixed up my prescriptions last month and ended up in the emergency room.
If I could read, I might be able to understand what my doctor wrote on my instructions when I last visited with her.
If I could read, all those papers that the pharmacist puts in with my prescriptions would probably mean something.
If I could read, I could use a computer and I could text with my friends and family instead of pretending “I just don’t like that stuff”.
If I could read, I could read real stories to my kids.
If I could read, I could feel more a part of life.
If I could read, I wouldn’t always feel like I’m “on guard”, trying to not let anyone realize what I hide.
If I could read, I wouldn’t feel this constant shame.
If I could read, I wouldn’t feel like such an outsider, like such a phony.
If I could read, maybe I could write, too, and then I wouldn’t have had to have somebody else write this.
Posted – April 18, 2012