A reddit writer shares the following:
Today wasn’t terrible, but it reminded me how dyscalculia seeps into the smallest cracks of daily life.
It started with my morning coffee. I wanted to try a new recipe I found online, but of course, it had measurements. “300ml of water” and “15g of coffee.” How do people eyeball this stuff so easily? I ended up just guessing, and the coffee was too strong. Not the worst thing, but still, it was a small frustration to start the day.
Work was manageable until my boss sent me an email asking for a quick analysis of sales data. The spreadsheet looked simple—columns of numbers, percentages—but my brain froze. It felt like trying to read a foreign language without a dictionary. I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to make sense of it before quietly asking a coworker for help. They were nice about it, but I hate feeling like I can’t pull my own weight.
During lunch, I went to a nearby cafe. The total came to ₹237, and I handed the cashier ₹250, hoping they’d give me the correct change without any issues. Thankfully, they did, but I can’t shake the anxiety that comes with these small interactions. Counting coins, understanding prices—it all feels like walking on a tightrope, and I’m always afraid I’ll fall.
The highlight of the day was a friend’s birthday dinner. I had a great time, but splitting the bill reared its ugly head again. The total was divided by five people, and I could see everyone calculating in their heads while I stared blankly at the receipt. Someone asked, “Are we including the tip?” and I felt my brain short-circuit. I ended up giving extra again, just to avoid the math.
On my way home, I tried to unwind by listening to music, but my mind kept wandering. Why does something so simple for others feel so impossible for me? Numbers aren’t just numbers—they’re walls I keep running into, over and over again.
I know dyscalculia doesn’t define me, but some days it feels like it does. Tomorrow, I’ll try again. That’s all I can do.
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