I had terrible trouble with learning to read/write, enough so that it was a learning disability. I caught up in a few years of "special" education (I never went to a special school, but I had remedial teachers help me, I went to my teacher's house over the holidays, and my mother really put the effort in).
Language delay: I peaked at the age of two with a couple of words, and then I didn't progress until I was five when an emotionally upsetting event "opened" me up to the world, and I started spouting sentences, to the amazement of my mother (she always had the, '...boys develop slower than girls,' line thrown at her). I started with grammatically incorrect speech, pronoun reversal, speaking in third person, etcetera. Speech therapy helped. I don't like reading or writing, but it's my way of communicating, so I do it. I've always been a walker rather than a talker; a comic book guy over novels.
I'm a product of the hard work of my mother and those who helped her.