Funny how you can suffer (mildly) from something all your life and then only realize it in a moment of self-awareness. Probably everybody who ever read anything I wrote will laugh when I confess I believe I may be slightly dyslexic. If I am, it doesn't stop me communicating with people - it's just that one of the things I seem to communicate is that I either can't spell or don't care about accuracy. Exasperating, but fortunately far from fatal.