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My son wasn’t reading at grade-level at the end of third grade. His struggle set off a series of interventions that seemed to only improve things slightly.Unfortunately, it wasn’t until the end of eighth grade that we finally got a correct diagnosis: dyslexia.

Up until then, we did eye therapy, we did tutors, we did homework battles, and we even screened him for attention deficit disorder when he was only 7 years old. He wasn’t failing, but he was struggling to earn B’s and C’s.

Because he wasn’t failing, he wasn’t getting the help he needed. He had an IQ high enough to compensate and get by … until he couldn’t get through the timed standardized test at the end of eighth grade. This is “the” test that was supposed to show that he was ready to move on to high school

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