Dyslexics are more fun than a barrel of gibbons.
A bumper sticker for a new dyslexic support group: "DAM" [Mothers Against Dyslexia] may be a seller in your village.
Or the dyslexic devil worshiper that sold his soul to Santa.
Or the dyslexic agnostic insomniac that stayed awake nights wondering if there was a dog.
Seriously though, if a dyslexic is indeed dyslexic, what's the actual problem? If some always sees stuff scrambled, so what? If it's consistent then it should make perfect sense to the afflicted party.
Not much different than if your color sensing tackle were scrambled such that you see red as green and vice versa. So what? Something red might appear green to you but it's still red to everyone else.
It would be impossible, or at least extremely difficult, to actually explain just what it is you see when you view something labeled as red. The transposition is in your mind, not in the external reality. You have absolutely no idea if what you actually see when you look at something labeled 'blue' is what anyone else sees.
Conclusion: Dyslexics like to whine. If you see stuff scrambled, deal with it.
