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The Pediatrician Suspected I Was Stupid…

…And, as a small child, I heard that loud and clear. I carried it with me for a long, long time. Even after I finally received a diagnosis of learning disabilities, I worried that perhaps he was right. But now I know different, and finally I am beginning to feel liberated.

It all began in my pediatrician’s office. During each and every appointment, I was calm and well behaved… until the doctor walked in. Then, boom! I would begin to cry.

It was non-stop. Nobody and nothing helped to calm me. Then the pediatrician realized something: I might be stupid.

Now you might be reading this and shaking your head thinking, “Huh?” But I swear it’s true. The pediatrician point blank asked my parents if they suspected I was uneducable.

[Self-Test: Could My Child Have a Learning Disability?]

Needless to say, I got a new pediatrician shortly thereafter.

Then there was the psychologist who was so amazed after a session because I didn’t know what a frankfurter was and felt this was important for my parents to know.

“Did you know Amy doesn’t know what a frankfurter is?”

“That’s because we’ve always called them hot dogs,” my mother said. The psychologist paused and said, “Good point.”

[What Learning Disabilities Look Like In the Classroom]

Okay, everyone. All together now: 1-2-3…DUH!

My learning disabilities were eventually discovered through an IQ test when I was 5. It was also discovered that I have an issue with my fine motor skills, which is a pretty common thing for those with learning difficulties.

Right from the start, I have been a lost cause. Society has pretty much told me to take a hike.

I spent most of my life trying to understand what was wrong with me. But I think I’ve hit a point where I just don’t really care anymore.

I am who I am. This is how God made me.

I know that I am the perfect me.

I am enough.

And I refuse to feel shame for society’s inability to see that.

[Could It Be A Learning Disability?]

Updated on November 18, 2019

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