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Never did well in school.

Mac78321

I will admit that primary and high school were not my most favourite times, Primary school was the worst I would say If the teachers cared about students wellbeing and understood that some students have difficulty. then the help would be much easier to get. One teacher in primary school always yelled and got angry because of my handwriting/spelling mistakes, not being able to do maths. I was tested for Dyslexia, ADD, Dysgraphia, Dyscalculia and autism at the age of 4 and I wasn't diagnosed till I was age 20. So I don't know why it was never brought up then, In high school. I was there for 5 years and only passed Music, history and biology and just passed English, I failed all the other classes. The teachers just thought I was lazy and didn't take into account that I have learning difficulties. I know I'm not the only one who has had difficulties in high school or education in general.

Did anyone else had trouble in school maybe difficulties in certain classes? 

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  • Funnily enough I've just been going through all my school reports in preparation for assessment. Reports from the 1970s are not as full as they are today, but nevertheless there were quite a few revelations in there. References to "not mixing" and "excessive reactions to people and things"....and spelling, spelling, spelling...we now know I'm dyslexic...and lack of concentration - and yet I focused really hard. Why did they think, I wasn't?

    Primary - I was just very insular. Didn't get what the other kids were doing so didn't join in, I guess.

    Middle school - was a nightmare. I was bullied a lot and the head teacher once explicitly said it was my fault for not being like the other kids

    Secondary school was great. Playtime was now break time. No play required, which meant I could make friends through conversation. The bullies now went to a different school. And my teachers were now starting to see the disconnect between what I could do with discursive or analytical topics and the secretarial issues like spelling and they were all fab. I loved to learn, despite the spelling, so I was finally happy.

    PE was a nightmare throughout. I couldn't hit a ball to save my life, so the usual round of screaming games teachers and sporty types refusing to have me on their team had me dreading PE days. I once got into big trouble for, when admonished for not cheering for the team, honestly answering that I didn't care who won. It was boring. God! Not caring about a game isn't a crime.

    6th form and university were the best days of my life, in many ways; there were lots of tolerant, deep thinking people who found my little quirks endearing rather than a reason to pick on me, but I did much better academically with the OU later, which gave me only one assignment at a time to organise and I could let my hyperfocus produce its best, with a word processor to make the dyslexia appear to disappear.

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  • Funnily enough I've just been going through all my school reports in preparation for assessment. Reports from the 1970s are not as full as they are today, but nevertheless there were quite a few revelations in there. References to "not mixing" and "excessive reactions to people and things"....and spelling, spelling, spelling...we now know I'm dyslexic...and lack of concentration - and yet I focused really hard. Why did they think, I wasn't?

    Primary - I was just very insular. Didn't get what the other kids were doing so didn't join in, I guess.

    Middle school - was a nightmare. I was bullied a lot and the head teacher once explicitly said it was my fault for not being like the other kids

    Secondary school was great. Playtime was now break time. No play required, which meant I could make friends through conversation. The bullies now went to a different school. And my teachers were now starting to see the disconnect between what I could do with discursive or analytical topics and the secretarial issues like spelling and they were all fab. I loved to learn, despite the spelling, so I was finally happy.

    PE was a nightmare throughout. I couldn't hit a ball to save my life, so the usual round of screaming games teachers and sporty types refusing to have me on their team had me dreading PE days. I once got into big trouble for, when admonished for not cheering for the team, honestly answering that I didn't care who won. It was boring. God! Not caring about a game isn't a crime.

    6th form and university were the best days of my life, in many ways; there were lots of tolerant, deep thinking people who found my little quirks endearing rather than a reason to pick on me, but I did much better academically with the OU later, which gave me only one assignment at a time to organise and I could let my hyperfocus produce its best, with a word processor to make the dyslexia appear to disappear.

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