Phonics Didn't Work For Me

In 1992, with my grades slipping, I became hooked on phonics. It started innocently enough. A tape here, a book there. I'd do it with friends or family. But then they would leave and when I was all alone, the addiction would come back twice as hard. At the height of my habit, I would come home, lock the bathroom door, and burn through three or four phonics tapes at a time. Then I'd lay around all afternoon, strung out on syllables and juice boxes. I was a fiend. I needed help. In 1994, with the support of family and friends and the additional treatment of a doctor regulated methadone prescription, I kicked my phonics habit. I've now been clean for going on 13 years now, and I don't plan on ever looking back.