#dyscalulia

[plaidparadscha]

shut the hell up about math, how about you calculate how long it’s gonna take to get rid of my depression first, BITCH

[hashtagld]

I went traveling ago weeks back and there are some aspectsI find harder because of my ld. One of the ways I coped with this was asking people to read the names of signs out load to me so I could make sure I was in the right place.

What are some ways you coped while traveling with your ld?

[lets-talk-dyscalculia]

When I was in junior school (year 4) I had a teacher that bullied me constantly because of my dyscalculia he would mock me constantly and even sat me at the back of the classroom, because he bullied me all the other students thought it was okay. Teachers that bully students with math disorders make us hate ourselves. When I moved schools they had a tutor program and she helped to get my confidence back but I still hate doing maths and I will never forgive that man for what he did.

I can completely relate to this. when I was in my first year of high school I was going to a school that was specifically supposed to help kids with problems like Dyscaclulia, ADHD, ADD. I was put in the slow math class. and even in a special ed school in math class every time I asked a question more than once my teacher would laugh at me and ask if i was kidding even though i explained to him about my learning disabilities. we also had to do ALL our math work on the whiteboards in front of the whole class. it was terrible. the only thing that made it a little better was my bestfriend was in that class with me and he also had dyscalculia so we suffered together. if i got confused and flipped the direction of numberes when working on the board he would laugh at me and think i was trying to get out of doing work.

bully teachers are the worse thing ever.

I mean honestly I hate myself enough because of these problems without needing the assistance of teachers humiliating and mocking us. the only reason i got some confidence is cause the next year my math teacher was like the best person/teacher on the face of the planet

[dyspraxicpinkie-blog]

Small update~

Hey everyone! So sorry things have been quiet, but, y'know, not being able to do DORE every day leaves me kind of without things to talk about.

Except for now!!

So I've finally begun the process of getting myself formally diagnosed with dyscalculia in school. This was brought on by me having to do algebra in my Oceanography class...we finally decided this had to be done.

So I went to a meeting at the DSS office, talked to the woman there, who gave me a referral to the diagnostician for my school. I got a phone call from him, and went to my first meeting with him yesterday morning. At 8 am. Ugh.

Even though it was early, the meeting went really well. He's a very sweet guy and really easy to talk to, and even though the meeting was only an hour long, we covered a lot of ground, talking about math stuff as well as stuff having to do with dyspraxia - not just academically, but socially too.

The whole meeting was very productive, but it left me feeling totally exhausted. It was rough.

Next week, I go to see him again for the real tests. He wants to test me for dyscalculia, as well as ADHD and anxiety disorder. Ironically, I'm actually pretty anxious about it. Derp.

It'll be good to get these things out of the way, but I'm nervous about how it's going to go in the process.

Ah well. It's a step.

<3

[dyspraxicpinkie-blog]

Hi everyone.

It's been a really long time and I'm really sorry about that. School and life just kicked my ass and I didn't wanna update this blog for whatever reason. SO.

DORE is going okay. I'm getting into more difficult exercises, and sometimes they make me hurt a lot physically, which really sucks. Uhm...one of the more recent ones involves marching with my knees high in place, then around pillows in a figure 8 while keeping a beanbag on my head. Have you ever felt your hips cramp? It's not fun. At all.

In terms of school, the play I wrote last year had it's debut a couple of weeks ago, and it was AMAZING. It was a very cool experience, and I'm so grateful it happened. Finals are next week, I only have 2 to actually take on final days, the other two have been taken care of beforehand. I turned one of my classmates into a dragon for my Makeup final! :3 I'm not worried about my other finals...except maybe my combat fight, a little. However, I think we'll be okay, and I'm hoping to get it filmed. If I film it, I'll post it so you guys can see it.

What else, what else...oh

For the first time, I started having weird sensory crap (I call it "getting sensory" for some reason) in public. I was watching Final Dress for the show and I started panicking a bit sitting in the theater. So I made myself stick it out until that play was over and then I walked home as fast as I could. It was so weird...I hope it doesn't ever happen again.

Also, I got a job! I'm going to be working at a local thrift store...I start orientation on Thursday, but I won't start working until the next week. I'm a little nervous because that involves handling money and I have stupid dyscalculia to deal with, but...here's hoping I don't mess up too badly.

Sigh. Okay.

I promise I won't leave you guys hanging for so long again.

<3

[dyspraxicpinkie-blog]

Strange...

Hi there everyone. I have a story to tell you from Stage combat yesterday.

So...combat, as you know, is rough for me anyway because of the intense physical-ness that it calls for. Yesterday in combat we started adding together arms with the sword and feet...I felt SO awkward.

The best way I can describe my feelings with this is that I feel like an octopus, with a BUNCH of feet and hands to choose from, and I can't tell which one I'm supposed to move or stand on.

Even though I have a heavy sword in my right hand, I don't know which one to move, and even though I have one foot in front of the other in a low stance, I don't know which foot is in front of the other. Some of the time, my instincts will kick in and I'll move the right foot backward, but other times it just doesn't happen.

So, when we do partner work, I always partner with a girl named Melanie. We partner up because she has some physical problems, a bad back, a bad wrist, and I have bad hips and legs, so both of us go slow and we can be nice to each other and take the time we need. Anyway...so we're working and doing these drills and my brain is just malfunctioning, refusing to do what I tell it to. I can't help but laugh at myself, and Melanie is being patient with me as much as she can.

So I remark, "It's really hard to do this when you can't tell your left from your right!" Melanie stops and looks down at her hands, doing the "L" trick. I shake my head and tell her that they both look like the letter L to me, and she asks, "Are you dyslexic?" I say "No, I'm dyspraxic", and she tells me that her brother has dysgraphia. I nod and say they share some characteristics, then we keep working.

A little while later, we call the teacher over to help us, he guides us through a few steps, and I decide to ask him a question about our parries. See, all the parries, or blocks have numbers. But the numbers don't really mean anything, they're just easy names to say. So instead of saying "Upper right hand parry" you'd say "Parry three" or just "three". But to me, the numbers just confuse me, because my brain freaks out when it hears them thanks to my dyscalculia! So I asked my teacher if there was any other method of naming the parries, and he said I didn't have to use the numbers if I didn't want to, I could easily just call them "this one" and "that one" if I wanted to.

He went to talk to another student, and Melanie said "I remember them by thinking of a clock, like parry three is at three o clock, maybe that will help you!" I said 'Well, that would help, except I can't read analog clocks, that means nothing to me." She blinked and said "No, like, it's where three is on the clock!" I shrugged and said "That means nothing to me."

She looked at me and said "You are SO strange!"

I laughed and we kept working...that comment just kind of stuck with me, though, I was like...okay, and you aren't?

Later in class, her arm cramped up on her twice in a row, and she said "Why does my body hate me today??" and I replied "For the same reason my brain hates me today."

I dunno...just thought I'd share that story with you guys.

DORE is going well, I found out earlier this week that even though I may be very dizzy before I do my exercises, I can still push through and do exercises that involve me spinning in circles!

I haven't tried taking the deep electronic music out into the world yet, but that's definitely on my list.

Also, I dropped my four hour hell class yesterday. No more dreading Wednesdays. I feel a little bit guilty, but mostly relief. After the experiences I've had the past couple of times I went, I'm really happy I don't have to go and feel like a moron anymore.

I think there are other things I wanted to tell you, but I can't think of them right now.

I'll write again if they come to mind.

Thanks for reading you guys. I love you all. Thanks for being strange with me!

<3