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I have a learning disability when it comes to math and on the regular I'd be belittled in a very passive aggressive way by math teachers (usually men) when I was picked to go up to the board and do an equation or some such. Even being placed in special math classes I still floundered, I don't know if I have some brain damage or what but I just can't do it. Anyway this was way before people became accepting of people with disabilities and I get mercilessly mocked when kids found out I was in special classes. So I tried my damnedest to keep it secret that I was since I felt such deep shame. Anyway all of this compounded on me HATING school. Middle school through Junior High were hell. I didn't start to actually enjoy classes until I got to senior year and I could pick what I actually wanted to learn.
I did well in college though go figure. Economics class was something I was good at (with a handy scientific calculator). Who would have thought years later a business major would be a commie.
I’ve noticed that my math skills improved significantly as an adult. I think part of it was getting out of my bad home life, but I’ve noticed a lot of things just kind of clicked into place (like hand eye coordination, especially) in my early twenties.