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Linda Hoenigsberg's avatar

My memories are filled with the struggles my daughter encountered beginning in Kindergarten. Her teacher asked for a meeting with me, and then asked pointed questions about whether or not I took drugs during the pregnancy (I didn't even allow myself an aspirin!). Then she proclaimed my daughter to be mentally ill and demanded I take her to a therapist. At the end of the first appointment, the therapist said, "Hogwash! She has learning disabilities!" That began the process of doing an IEP and having my daughter out of the classroom for part of every day for most of the rest of her childhood education. I remember taking her to a parent/teacher night and as we walked into her classroom, all the other students had brightly colored name signs on their desks with examples of their work but my daughter's desk was void of anything. I watched her face turn bright red. There was nothing personal for her in her "learning disabled" classroom either. Thankfully, she became determined, graduated high school even having pulled herself out of all "special" classes towards the end, and then attending college. She just graduated with her masters and is now a teacher herself, and has much more understanding of neurodivergence. That you for your take on the nostalgia over learning cursive. I have wondered about that a lot.

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Alesia Weiss's avatar

great article and smart. No one person is like another.

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