Kenny Logan is famous in the UK, as he is a rugby champion, now retired. He wrote of the pain of his undiagnosed dyslexia.
No: emotional pressure and claims of miracle cures is not force. Just deceptive.
It is IDA’s position that interventions such as Mr. Dore’s are simply not supported by current knowledge.
All through school I was called 'stupid' or 'thick' by teachers and other pupils because I couldn't read or write. I never managed to get my head around the alphabet or understand why certain combinations of letters made certain sounds, why words such as 'phone' were not spelled 'fone'.
The more I tried to understand, the more confused I got. It was as if there was a six-year-old boy inside me, who was trapped and couldn't grow up. I wanted desperately to catch up with everyone else, and I sometimes would cry myself to sleep at night.
In the end I spent most of my school life trying to get myself kicked out of the classroom. I felt more comfortable standing in the corridor than sitting in an environment where I could be picked on. I used to do all sorts of stupid things to get myself thrown out, like hiding behind the blackboard or passing notes.
I used to get terrible stomach pains because I was worried about school. The closer I got to the school gate, the more tension I would feel until sometimes the pain would be excruciating.
Somehow, I always ended up being told off for making mistakes. Nobody seemed to realise that I needed help - they just assumed I was being lazy.
In the end, the only thing that got me through school was sport. I loved rugby, football, golf and anything where I could be active. The physical pain I would feel from being knocked to the ground in rugby was nothing compared to the mental pain I would feel when I was trying to read.
I also liked the fact that if I did well in rugby, I'd be patted on the back and hear people say: 'Well done, Kenny!'
When it came to doing my GCSEs, I sat down to take my first exam, opened the paper and found I couldn't read the questions. The harder I tried, the more confused I became. I walked out of the exam, vowing that I would never come back. That was the end of my education, and I left school at 16 without any qualifications.
I worked on a farm from the ages of 16 to 24. During this time, I had started playing rugby professionally and was capped for Scotland when I was 19. Playing rugby for my country was something I'd always wanted to do. I clearly remember being nine and kicking a rugby ball on my family's farm for the first time.
But even when I became a professional rugby player, I still felt like a child. When I went down to play for Wasps in 1996, I still couldn't read or write. I couldn't even write my new London address. I was being sent dozens of forms every day, but had to send them back home for my mum to deal with.
One day, Gabby, who was then my girlfriend, was reading an article that had been written about her when she turned to me and asked what I thought about it.
I looked at the page for about five minutes and replied that I thought it was really good. She said she was amazed how quickly I had read the article. I told her I had always been a quick reader.
Gabby looked me in the eye said: 'You're dyslexic, aren't you?'