The thing about having a learning disability is that you have trouble being taught the way the rest of the world learns. As we’ve been on our journey with Puck (and it looks like potentially we’ll be going down a different path with Bae too), I’ve started to work onContinue Reading
As they pulled my son from the fresh slice in my abdomen, he had a bluish tinge. He was not crying. Up to that point, I hadn’t spoken his name aloud: it was a secret that only he and I knew. “Why isn’t Puck crying?” I croaked, touching the nurse’sContinue Reading
It’s been just over two years since Puck was diagnosed with Dysgraphia. It’s been a huge learning curve for me – I’ve had to figure out neuropsychological exams, IEP meetings and resource teachers. But what I needed the most was someone to tell me that it’s OK. It’s OK toContinue Reading
So…more fun with my exchange e-mail from the Goblin King today. Puck, as you all know by now, has a learning disability. Recently, he convinced his dad that he was sick so that he didn’t have to do a math test. (I discovered the problem and he did do the mathContinue Reading
The school called about a week ago and asked if it was “OK” to have the annual review together with The Goblin King. I had, of course, anticipated this would be an issue, and already told them that my husband would be joining me (he’s my muscle for these typesContinue Reading
Living with a learning disability means that report card day has been very difficult in the past. I think my son dreaded the report card almost as much as I did. Because the school insists that you go over the report card with your child. Which I totally understand. ButContinue Reading
Disclosure: This post contains affiliate links. My son has been diagnosed dysgraphic. He struggles even with the basic concepts of reading. He gets so very frustrated at the words on the page, because they are absorbed by his eyes, translated in his head, and often come out garbled. But heContinue Reading
My son was experiencing some difficulties learning to read. He had been in the same day care since age one. When I left my ex he was two and a half. My ex worked 12 hours shifts, and to avoid conflict during our divorce, I gave in to his requestContinue Reading
