Dyscalculia has many ways of making my life difficult and here's a new one..
My son started school last year and we moved back to where I lived before and in many ways it's just like living in a small village.
Some of the kids out here seem to think I need to be reminded that I look a bit different so they shout at me whenever they see me.
The situation is absurd enough to make me smile because I don't know what they look like and I never will, so I can't do a thing about it..
I'm a violin so stop trying to make me sound like a piano!!
Dyscalculia doesn't bother me as much as all the nasty accessories that came with it
