What you just expressed to me, though your friend typed it up, came out right. I hope you understand that, because it came out perfectly. I can feel all those pent-up words churning inside you like the sea just from what you wrote.
Your friend typed this up. But you, you wrote that. Okay? You wrote that. It was all you. And you just expressed yourself to me, in only a few simple sentences.
Here are a few poems written by students with dyslexia: http://larissagrace.wordpress.com/2011/11/30/poems-by-dyslexic-students/
And here is something written by the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Philip Schultz, who discovered at age 58 that he had dyslexia. http://poemsoutloud.net/columns/archive/poetry_and_dyslexia/
Please read the last paragraph of his article, especially.
I hope you know that there is a way to get the words out. If not yet, then there will be. And if you can do it once for me, and you did, and if all these people, these ordinary students who are simultaneously so extraordinary in their struggles with dyslexia and their eventual triumphs in poetry, if this great poet who had dyslexia can get the words out, so can you. I promise you that.
Also, a last note: You are not worth any less simply because you have dyslexia. Philip Schultz is a poet who happens to have dyslexia, not a dyslexic who happens to write poetry.
Thinking of you and sending you all the luck in the world. The words will come.
P.S. tinbox-poet, another blog on tumblr, has this advice for you: “To the last anon - I’ve heard of programs that will write whatever you speak. You may have to pay for them, but I figured you might want to know about that option.”