My father is like this. He has dyslexia but has always been talented with mathematics. Both of my parents are good with maths. However, I am not. My sister shows some dyslexic tendencies in terms of spelling, but I do not believe that she is dyslexic. She is good at maths also. I have visual processing issues, and whilst I am undiagnosed I seem to match the criteria for dyscalculia to a T. Unfortunately, I have not been taken seriously in the past due to doing well in other subjects such as English.
Both of my parents are the type to organise things in a systematic way. They are problem solvers. Planners. My dad alongside being good at maths is also a creative type. He enjoys science, philosophy and art. One day he might be obsessing over a theory regarding quantum physics, the next he's creating a painting or inventing something. He never seems to do anything halfheartedly, so it's not uncommon in my house to jokingly ask what his latest obsession is. I do wonder about him sometimes. He's a bit of a loner and a little socially awkward. People who don't know him tend to think he's unfriendly or unapproachable, but he's actually an incredibly open person once you get to know him.
My parents are both a bit unusual. They don't seem to understand what acceptable small talk is. My mother can be rather literal-minded and bluntly honest to a fault, but she still manages to maintain a large friendship group and is somewhat extroverted. Whereas my dad is more introverted in nature and focused on his interests (which he can talk about for a long time, so I only ask about them if I have time to spare.)
As for me, I would consider myself to be a creative person. When I was younger I was put into school counselling. At the time they didn't fully explain why I was there, they told me that it would "help me to think inside the box". I often wondered why they wanted this, and what exactly they were trying to achieve. Until I realised what the issue was. I had a tendency to assume that others automatically followed my line of thinking, that the connections I made were inherently obvious to everyone else. They weren't. Once I realised this, and I started to explain how I got from point A to point B people realised that there was actually a reasonable thought process behind my connections, and I wasn't just stating unrelated things for the sake of it.
Sometimes teachers would get annoyed at me whenever we would do thought exercises. I would offer them solutions that were technically plausible, but they didn't fit into the mark scheme. They were so off the grid that their answer book didn't cover what to do with my answers. So, it wasn't wrong per say...but it wasn't right either. The counselling I went through wasn't helpful. My counsellor never tried to understand me, in fact she ended up giving up on me and just spoon feeding me what answers to write in order to be correct. Or at least, correct in the sense of that's what her book of answers wanted from students. I tried to explain my reasoning and I'd ask why my answers weren't acceptable, but she didn't want to hear it. Kept asking me why I couldn't just be normal. She was a terrible counsellor.
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That is pretty bad, but l laughed that she fed you the amswers. It's amazing what they shove down our throats as kids.
