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MAIL ORDER (Please note Overseas Posting will be higher please ask) Dear book reader If you wish to obtain a signed copy of the book “The Jug and Hare Bathhouse”. Please contact me on authorgwilliams@yahoo.com £9.99 plus £2.50 P/P ( UK ), Payment by PayPal only, Please. If you send me an order, a PayPal payment request will be sent to your given email address. Once payment is confirmed, it will be posted to the address provided. BOOK TWO is available, @ £9.99 Plus £2.50 P/P BOOK THREE The Hampton court Killer, Ships and Horses. £11.99 Plus £2.80 P/P THE COMPANY OF STONEMASONS Book One £11.99 plus £2.80 p/p NEW NEW BOOK THE COMPANY OF STONEMASONS BOOK TWO £6.99 P/P £2.50 :::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ALL FIVE BOOKS ARE NOW IN STOCK Many thanks. Graham Williams

My short biography

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 A short biography
I am 65 years old, registered blind and profoundly dyslexic plus on the autistic spectrum.
When I left school at the age of, 14  all I could write was my name and address. I had never been encouraged to read, however, loved to be read to, I have very fond memories of sitting on the floor in front of a teacher in infant school.
Then the move to junior school, which was full of problems and downright mental abuse, due to a lack of understanding of my needs.  So much so I was pulled out of the school and placed into a what was called a special school at that time.  I was taken out as I learnt some years later as to being put under so much stress and abuse that It was thought I needed a rest from the primary schooling as to my mental state. I remember clearly the day as I sat there oblivious to what had been planned for me. When a total stranger came into the classroom,  the teacher nodded towards me, and he came over to me and squatted down beside me. He asked me my name and then said. “ would I like to take a trip with me, my man?” I looked at the teacher, and she nodded to as to give me permission to do so. He took me out of school and drove me to what was going to be my new school from that day, I never had the chance to say goodbye to my friends.   
I will give two instances of what I went through, of what I was subjected to for some two years by one particular teacher, and her colleague. Times tables still to this day bring back the memories of the frustration and the shame I had to endure from her. My Father knew there was something not right as I had started to try to say my time's tables in my sleep. Every day in the morning each one of us had to stand up and recite a Times table of her request. She knew I could never understand or learn them, and would just stand their in silence, un till asked by her.” “what are 6 times 7?” Again I had to just stand there and wait for what I knew would come next.
I would be then sent to a lower class of younger children than myself.  Then  I had to have to stand in front of the class to belittle my self to ask them the answer to the time's table. To take back to her. This was every day, and the teacher in the lower class let it happen day after day.
My desk was at the back in the corner of the room, and I would also spend much time facing the wall at the edge of the room as to displeasing her in some way. I would also have blackboard rubbers and chalk thrown at me from the front of the classroom.
Fortunately, a classmate that lived next door to me told his mum, and she told my parents of what I was going through. I was too afraid to say anything as I just thought this was life at school. What did a 10-year-old no?
My father went up the school and finally had it out with her and the headmaster. Many years after my father told me of the meeting and the one thing that angered him the most. The only defence she had to justify her treatment of me, was by saying. “ I would end up being a dustman.” My father asked her?  Who would empty her dustbin if we all became teachers? What is wrong with being a dustman? And they probably earned a better wage than her. I loved my dad for that.
Not long after that, I was taken out of that school and  
given a year and a half rest in a special school, a place that made no demands on me. I was treated well, and I was given my confidence back.
I was assessed, and all agreed I should be placed back into the main schooling stream. So I started at a modern secondary school along with some of my old friends. I was delighted to meet them again on my first day there. We all stood there in our new long trousers and blazers, I was petrified, this was a big school with big kids!
All the new starters were taken into the hall to be allocated their new teachers and classrooms.. and I was the last still sitting there all on my own, with the teachers looking through their lists for my name that was not there? I became very anxious and worried and had tears in my eyes.
One of the male teachers sat on the floor with me, and gave me a hanky, and asked my name and what school I had come from and told me not to worry so he would sort it out and I was to stay with him until he did.
What a difference, I knew from then on things was going to be different. After they realised I had not come from a juniorr school  He took me in the end to my new teacher and classroom and to my delight as it was full of my old friends from junior school.
 I did not learn much more I have to admit in this school, and spent my time there in the bottomless pit of the no-hopers class.
I did learn a lot about art and had a teacher that encouraged me and taught me many things I loved and still do about all things art, I had a very close relationship with him. I believe he recognised my vulnerability and needs. I have many memories of the times we spent together in and out of school.
I  liked sports I suppose as I did not have to think just run, I was bloody good at that.  That was about it, so I left; as I said at fourteen years of age near illiterate.
Then began what I call the wandering years, of many jobs and experiences as I grew up, not all a happy time and much not worth remembering or recalling here.  Until
many years later I became an employee of BT a once great peoples company, by a strange twist of fate. After a few years working as a driver at motor transport then being transfer to work within telephone exchanges as an engineer, I began to loose my eyesight, then at that time they had a fantastic ability to help its employees. They sent me and paid for the following. A one year in a dyslexic college, I attended that once a week for the year, which was a great help, but also a great disappointment. as at the end of the year, I was given an assessment of all the tests and teaching I had been given. The one thing that sticks in my mind. It stated that Graham has a high above average IQ, that if he had been taught correctly as to his disability could well have attended college and higher education, as Graham is a rapid learner if taught correctly. I spent one year and past a computer course at another college, as computers were becoming the main office tool.
Then as my eyesight deteriorated BT then sent me to the RNIB college for the blind at Truro, sadly now closed down. I spent two stays there, an assessment week then a months stay, where I was assessed fully and helped to come to terms and live with sight loss.
BT then did everything it could to keep me in a meaningful job of work, supplying any piece of software and hardware available I could use. I spent 15 years of my 30 years at BT in an office, and computers changed my working life completely.
However, as time changed the nature of BT changed to, till it became evident, that my time was coming to an end. Time moved on as them that used buzzwords like.” Moving forward, and let's harvest the lower hanging fruit, and so on. As the graduates moved in. The know it all but know nothing brigade, that sucked your brains to impress their manager.  Attitudes were forcing me out as I just did not fit the new company's direction.
 And the claim to be disabled friendly employes became an empty front, just another meaningless set of words and a logo.
However, it all came at a point where I was beginning to struggle with the company strategy and its management,  and the impact of my eyesight on my dyslexia. I could not touch type and have to see the keyboard, as to my dyslexia, and having to listen to the computer as I had speech software. But I was losing the ability to see the keyboard so making my working day very difficult I was becoming prone to mistakes.
So seeing the writing on the wall and with my difficulties, I asked and was given medical early retirement, I think BT was very relieved to have not to spend money and time with a disabled worker as the old support HR system had disappeared.    
I count my self as so fortunate to have served my time at  BT. A time when it looked after its employees and had a decent final salary pension scheme. In the thirty years working for BT, I had a lot to be loyal to the company about. I had got married and had two children and bought a house. I have a lot to thank the company for at that time, and for some great memories and a lot of fun when it was a real peoples company. 
Now I am retired and have so much time on my hands, and in the last 15 years had discovered  Audiobooks and I have been devouring them. My Love of books developed and I rediscovered my love of history too. So as I have an excellent computer set up now with update specialised software and hardware. I thought I would give writing a go.
Now as you see, I have a book published, and there is no one more surprised than me, or happier. It's like a final justification in my life. I have finally proved to all, that called or told me I was  I was stupid a slow learner and would never amount to anything. What I can now say to my self. I will leave something behind me a book. And have achieved along the way a beautiful family.
Please feel free to make a comment on my output.
Many thanks   
 
Graham Williams       
 

 

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