Communication is important...
Coming soon is an autobiography written in his own hand. Damian wrote the book to spread awareness of Developmental Learning Disorder (DLD) as well to talk about the problems that he had to go through. He has included a lot of different things, such as:
The price of the book is £5.00 (on Kindle) and £16.00 (as paperback) and you can buy it from Amazon. Or clicking on the widget in the box on the right.
Damian says that he hopes that the book is a success and will spread awareness of the hidden disability.
Damian is hoping that the book will end up being sold world-wide and becoming a best seller. The ultimate goal that he is hoping for is that the disability becomes well known, and this website and the book is a good place to start. He also hopes that he can also end up doing a lot of talks, and maybe do conferences where he can talk and spread awareness on the back of this book.
If he manages to raise Afasic’s profile, then he feels that he’s succeeding with everything that he’s worked for.
Here is an extract of the book:
I started at Dawn House School at the age of 8 years old, in 1982. With me living in Bedfordshire, I had to be a boarder at the school, which meant that I could go home every other week. More about my school years is coming up in the next section. I started getting a voice when I attended the school as my day consisted of normal curriculum and speech therapy (which usually lasted for about 2 hours, although I could be wrong as I don’t remember the exact length of time). The speech therapy was intense, and we learnt the shapes and sounds of the words and then advanced that into the form of reading. We had to read stories out loud to the speech therapist and then answered questions on the stories. One example that I can remember is, one of the books that I had to read was a short story about a spy, and one of the questions asked how I knew one of the people was a ‘baddie’. It turned out that the bad guy was wearing mirrored glasses and that was meant to show that he was a bad guy, as you can’t see the eyes. I was totally baffled by that and kept on asking the speech therapist, who was called Mrs Culloden, why that was.