I know I wasn’t good at maths or maths-related topics, but how bad does it have to be for teachers to remember it well enough to respond that way? And now you know why I think miracles exist because I genuinely should not have passed my maths exam and somehow did.) (Since then every maths teacher I’ve met after graduation who remembered me heard the word ‘dyscalculia’ and went “OMG! Your grades make so much more sense now!” I… don’t know how to parse that yet. It’s something that people missed entirely until I was an adult. At this point, it’s probably useful to note that I have dyscalculia and the fact that I was in my late-teens or early-twenties when I got the hang of reading an analogue clock slowly didn’t really come up much because 24-hour digital clocks were also an option. She can read those clocks just fine and just as quickly as she can any other clock. After all, the hands of the clock are in the same place no matter whether it tells you what that place is.
I was trying to explain this to my mother and she… didn’t really understand. Those fancy ones that only have, like, a dot to indicate “This is the top/This is 12”? Yeah, I can’t use those at all. The fewer identifying marks a watch face uses, the harder it is for me to read. That’s what I was discussing with my mother, you see, and what I was trying to explain. The thing is, I know how to read an analogue clock. If you ask me to read the time on an analogue clock, chances are you’ll be all “Oh, it’s X” somewhere around the time when I’ve figured out what the hour is.
Something you should know about me before I go any further: I can just about use an analogue clock when it’s got all the hours marked by number and all the minute markers intact, and I’m still slow about it.
I can’t recall why we were discussing watch faces, but we were. Posts are somewhere below 2,500 words at most and consist of short personal essays and discussions.Ĭounting Books: Finding Dyscalculia Representation in FictionĪ few days ago, as I write the draft for this, I had a conversation with my mother about telling time. But you know what Mondays also mean? It’s time for Monday Musings! Wherein I ramble about various and sundry depending on my whim or Patreon requests/suggestions. No one likes Mondays because the week’s off to a new start. Hi, everyone! I hope your week is off to a fantastic start! I know.
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