Post#15 Learning Disabilities Introduction

Post #15 Learning Disabilities Introduction

It was the end of a school day for all three of us. Absent-mindedly I turned to Yasik merely to check off my ‘to-do’ list the perfunctory question asked by mothers around the world, whether they are up to any helpful follow-up or not. “How was school today?”

“Mom, you know how I am not perfect.”

A comeback like that jerks a parent into the moment. It hurt. Wanting to comfort, I whipped out an emotional band-aid I hoped sound unequivocal.

“No. Yasik you are perfect in every way that counts.”, which I ended with a lame, “Everyone has struggles.”   I listed his good points all of which were absolutely true but he countered anything positive I could conjure, focused on telling me of only one actual instance when he answered a question in class and was right. “Mostly,” he said, “I let others do it because I don’t know how”.

At bedtime Dave picked up my attempt at comfort with yet another band-aid.

But of course, Yasik, 12 years old at the time, was, by then, well passed the reassurance a band-aid offers a child with a boo-boo. By now we three knew on some concrete level that the wound was deep in each of our hearts, but it ran most deep in Yasik’s heart.  He told Dave that evening that he wanted the teacher to let him go out of the classroom for extra help because he knew being adopted from a foreign country, he was different and because reading was hard for him, he was behind the other kids in the classroom.

This wound had been making itself plain, roller coaster fashion, in almost daily assaults since grade 1.  One day the roller coaster chugged upward.  Yasik was confident of his understanding of time and numbers, asking for a minute to play before getting ready for bed. I said, “A minute is 60 seconds.” In true Yasik distain, he came back with “Nobody can count that far.”

Another day the roller coaster plunged. After school in grade two, Dave was helping Yasik prepare for a spelling test.  Yasik managed to get several words firmed up and was beaming with his success. Dave was happy too, yet added a fatherly sermon-in-a-minute, intoning as good pastors do, “You are learning these words so you can read them and write them and go on to more and more spelling. It never stops.” Yasik dropped his head to the kitchen table and wailed.

Up went the roller coaster again as Yasik played so well his soccer team carried him over their heads off the rain-soaked field. His athletic skill had given them the first game of the season. Down went the roller coaster when I got sharp with Yasik one Monday morning as I tried to push him to do 15 minutes of piano practice, eat, dress, and practice spelling before the dash to school. I demanded he go through the words one more time. He struggled to comply, looking so lost, thankfully, it halted me. I called him to me, held him, fighting tears and we went over the words together this time. He laid against me, not holding back at all – and spelled them all well.

How does a child get the message that he is not perfect? Or our neighbour girl, a young girl whom we first met as she stood on the deck of their home belting out a song in pure joy? How does she get the message in grade 5 that she is the “class problem”?

 

I’m not harried these days; I have the time now. I want to come to some understanding of the ‘what’, ‘how’, ‘why’ and definitely the ‘so what’ of Learning Disabilities or ‘LD’.  I will start with the ‘who’ because beyond the basic questions about LD, which can’t be left out of the equation, I have a more specific investment in seeking understanding. I want to understand my son’s experience, making my study very specifically a ‘sample of one’ study.

It is a study of his experience of abandonment, hospitalization and orphanage or institutional care.  How are these experiences entwined with LDs?  Context matters[i].

And since adoption into our family? Pretty much from the fall Yasik entered grade one, the label, LD, has been part of our family’s identity though for most of our active, growing family and working years, it dragged along with us like some long-suffering, ghostly apparition needing to get our attention before it could slip off to the ‘other side’. Now I turn to it, giving it the attention it has been clamoring for.

I am allowing it to show me some perspectives. I am not providing an advice column though.

Time and again in the reading I have done to prepare this post, I have come across these caveats: “While no consensus has been reached…”, “Research does not support…”, “The definition of “learning disability” (LD) varies according to the source…”, “Sometimes there’s a temptation to oversell conclusions, …”[ii]

Kinda’ puts you in mind of the six blind men of Indostan, doesn’t it?

A further reason to avoid offering remedial advice comes from articles that question the studies like one popular for a time that suggested there was a specific dyslexia gene, or dyslexia is simply a twisting of letters like ‘d’ and ‘b’, or data supporting programs which offer a way out of a learning disability, often accompanied by a hefty fee and ironically not seeing the oxymoron in ‘the science is settled’. Too often, these programs keep a back door open for themselves by suggesting if the program doesn’t work, the child is simply not trying hard enough or the parents have gotten in the way.[iii]

And let me add: There is no virtue signaling here. Yesterday, the young girl two doors up told me of her struggles with reading. I was all ears as this is just what my study is about. I asked her how she coped. She came back with, “Do you want the right answer or the honest answer?”  I laughed but was also amazed that someone so young had thought through this problem to this extent.  She said, “Honestly I just shove it to the back of my head… until it pops.”

When I tried to encouraged her by telling her that she was also amazingly artistic and creative, she replied in a fair degree of frustration, “I don’t want to be just creative. I just want to be able to do everything”. And I, who have read a fair bit and thought through the ideas presented, could find nothing to say that would have moved her to hope.

Footnotes

[i] Forbes, Samuel, Prema Aneja  “Why there’s no such thing as normal in child development” December 23, 2024  https://theconversation.com/why-theres-no-such-thing-as-normal-in-child-development-244681

[ii] Hall, Susan L., & Lousia C. Moats, Ed.D.    Parenting a Struggling Reader: a guide to diagnosing and finding help for your child’s reading difficulties   Harmony, 2002, 84

Forbes, Samuel, Prema Aneja.  “Why there’s no such thing as normal in child development.”  December, 23, 2024  https://theconversation.com/why-theres-no-such-thing-as-normal-in-child-development-244681

Burnett, Dean   The Idiot Brain: a neuroscientist explains what your head is really up to   HarperCollins Publishers, Ltd. 2016, 114

[iii] Lee, Jenny.  ‘Dyslexia challenge is a race against time: UBC scientist Max Cynader is making strides toward solving the dyslexia puzzle” [Final Edition] The Vancouver Sun; Vancouver, B.C. [Vancouver, B.C]. 03 Oct 2002: A19.  I could no longer access the article.

Mathias, Vicki.   “Study confirms gene is linked to dyslexia: Youngsters in the city have helped researchers confirm that there is a gene associated with dyslexia or other reading problems.”  Evening Post    Bristol (UK). 02 Oct 2008: 68.  

Shaywitz, Sally, M.D. and Jonthan Shaywitz, M.D. Overcoming Dyslexia, 2nd ed.  Alfred A. Knoph, 2020, 117, 118

 

Author: Gail Vincent

It pissed me off that the prevailing attitude toward adoption issues was "Well, it's in the blood". This irritation has led me to an interest in imparting what I am learning from the study of Nature and Nurture: its competition and teamwork as it applies to adoption. Granted, I am a 2/3rdser, physically, emotionally, intellectually, socially, spiritually. I never quite fully get where I am expected to go or personally choose to go. It is evident in this blog set up to examine such a life. Still, hopefully, a bit of self-awareness energizes the need to keep seeking for I want to understand our family's story. It is an adaptation of James Michener's, Go after your dreams [and nightmares] to know your dreams [and nightmares] for what they are (The Drifters,p.768). Three things: 1. I am not a researcher but rather a student of others’ ideas and I am old. 2. I was first an evangelical missionary, a career I told the god-I-choose-to-believe-in that I couldn't live with anymore, so got an education and moved on to a career as a high school English teacher. The one skill learned and practiced in both careers was to take an understanding to be imparted – whether of the evangelical mission’s doctrine or the education ministry’s curriculum – and apply reductionist principles necessary to be able to present the teaching to what I understood the given audience needed. 3. I have found a viable reason for dead trees still standing in a forest. They can be hazardous fuel for forest fires, yes, but I have also noticed they are riddled with holes made by birds wanting to harvest the bugs within or they become the ground from which young trees can sprout. It put me in mind of the myth of the old man who built on ruins in order to see better and farther. Perhaps age has this to offer: we may use the ruins and remains to see farther or gain some sustenance for the journey ahead.

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