Before I Knew the Word Dyscalculia, I Knew the Feeling
A belonging-first framework for special education students who have been misunderstood before they have been supported By Ryan Mercer I did not plan to become a teacher. My wife has been an educator for almost 20 years, and when we moved into teacher housing at a Navajo reservation school, I thought I was moving into her world. Then the school needed substitutes. I started subbing. Then I long-term subbed. Then I stayed for a school year. Somewhere in that year, the job stopped feeling like something I was helping with and started feeling like a responsibility I was being pulled toward. At the same time, graduate school put language to something I had carried for years. I did not learn that I had dyscalculia until starting my master's degree in Special Education. That matters because before I knew the term, I knew the feeling. I knew the embarrassment of being capable in one room and suddenly lost in another when numbers, time, directions, steps, or calculations showed up. I kn...