The dyslexic celebrant

Milqueya excels in a role that perfectly suits her strengths

Finding out I was dyslexic was one of my proudest moments. I had always thought I was maybe just not that bright or maybe I was a bit slower than everybody else. My failures at school had always been put down to English not being my first language.

I failed most of my exams. In art, where I excelled, I came a cropper during the written test. It was dreadful. The teacher called me to the front of the class to give me back my first assignment which I had spent days working on. In his loud manner, he declared, in front of the entire class, “An eight-year-old could have done better.” Full of humiliation and tears I packed my bags and came home. I resigned myself to shrinking down my hopes and dreams and I decided to focus on what I could do. That was talk the talk, with great customer service. I worked in retail – which I loved, don’t get me wrong. I was a natural, I love meeting new people and helping them in any way I could.

When my Mum watched a programme on Channel 4 about dyslexia, she recognised I had similar traits. She took note of the number at the end of the show. I called and arranged a test. Hearing the words “You are dyslexic” changed my life. Dyslexic, not stupid. Dyslexic, not slow. Dyslexic, not a write off.

My confidence grew and so did technology – I could type, I could spell check, I could have my work read aloud (using technology) and I could use an overlay to help my reading. I just needed extra support and a little help. I applied for every course possible. The moment that changed my trajectory was getting 92% in my first ever written assignment since leaving education. Without my identification, without that label I am so proud to wear – I would not be where I am today.

I had considered being a celebrant for many years. I could certainly stand up and talk in front of anyone, that wasn’t a problem. It would take far too long to write a script and who would want a dyslexic celebrant? I knew I would have trouble writing scripts and pronouncing words and I would have to work a lot harder than others. But I couldn’t give up without trying. So during lockdown I decided to do my training and it was the best thing I ever did. It wasn’t easy, I had many doubts and a few tears but now I am officially an independent celebrant and a proud member of the Association of Independent Celebrants.

At the moment I am training with Agnostic Scotland to help expand my reach. With this I will be able to raise awareness of dyslexia, and how it should never stop you from reaching further than you thought capable. I hope to help my community, to help people celebrate life’s milestones with freedom and choice.