That’s the title of this article in New Scientist. It’s all about dyscalculia, which is a learning disorder.
Last November, Jill got herself screened for learning disabilities. She found that while her IQ is above average, her numerical ability is equivalent to that of an 11-year-old because she has something called dyscalculia. The diagnosis came partly as a relief, because it explained a lot of difficulties she had in her day-to-day life. She can’t easily read a traditional, analogue clock, for example, and always arrives 20 minutes early for fear of being late. When it comes to paying in shops or restaurants, she hands her wallet to a friend and asks them to do the calculation, knowing that she is likely to get it wrong.
About seven years ago, I learned I was dyscalcic. For those of you who CAN do math, I was 22 years old and had a B.A., and the only reason I passed my math requirement with a D- was the instructor took pity on me.
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A report published in October 2008 by the British government claimed that dyscalculia cuts a pupil’s chances of obtaining good exam results at age 16 by a factor of 7 or more, and wipes more than £100,000 from their lifetime earnings. Early diagnosis and remedial teaching could help them avoid these pitfalls.
Uhm, I’m still recovering from one helluva weekend, so her I really don’t have much in the way of logic and crap, so just go read the article.