I love to read. I read a lot. I can read long novels, all 23 books in the Master and Commander series, on and on. I will read almost anything I can get my hands on. (Except true crime novels. Knowing that the people were real and the victims really did suffer like that takes all the joy out of the reading)
When I was hospitalized I read the dictionary and the thesaurus.
But when I’m reading a list of instructions I get really confused. I can handle a stack of work orders because that is one slip of paper at a time. Not a bunch of tasks in list from.
A list of house chores in a long list really gets to me. It looks like something I will never manage to get through. The kid sis knows how I function at work and she got a copy of a work order form from my clipboard once and she puts the house chores I do on a slip by slip work order. Then I’m Ok. Something in my brain says, “I know what this is. Not a problem.”
Same list, different format and I’m OK. One piece of paper at a time. Funny how the brain processes information.