Homeadults with learning disabilitiesHappy Pi Day, all!

Ah, the math nerd in me loves this day.

Our big black cat isn’t enthralled with the Pi Day
gift GE sent me last year. They also sent me
a pie! Swiss Apple. Very nommy.
By the way, his eye is ok. My webcam just picked
the light reflecting off of his iris oddly.

March 14th is very pi in America. That’s because we use 3/14 to signify the day, and pi is 3.14.

That means that at 1:59, the day is especially pi, as pi is also 3.14159. And on.

And on.

It’s quite irrational.

Puns aside, I thought I’d share a math related LD experience with you.

Although I was only diagnosed with dyslexia when I was a child, math has always been a nightmare for me. I don’t know if I have undiagnosed dyscalculia as well, but I tend to have a harder time getting a grip on numbers than letters.

I can’t keep the numbers in my head long enough to do problems without a pen and paper, or calculator, and sometimes they just don’t appear correctly on paper for me.

Needless to say, math classes were complete nightmares for me. Unless the teacher knew to teach in a way that made sense to me, it was a lost cause. I was extremely relieved when I left that subject behind.

However, as all adults know, math isn’t something that’s strictly for school. At the very least, we need to manage money, shop on a budget and do that kind of thing.

I’ve handled our finances for years, now. When my husband was having his mental health issues, he didn’t pay the bills he was allotted. As a result, we got to deal with things like fees, collection agencies, and all sorts of unpleasantness.

Like it or not, I had to take that, along with primary income and household chores, over.

During that time, my mental health wasn’t at its best either. I was working another nasty, very low paying job, out of the house for close to 19 hours out of the day, and constantly worried about my husband on top of the financial chaos. That’s a story for another day.

Anyway, with the help of our wonderful families, things finally stabilized.

Eventually, I got a better paying, though equally horrible, job. I figured out how to budget, and we’ve been ok since.

Well, shortly after reaching a tentative equilibrium, I noticed our bank account balance was a
little lower than it should be. Scared, I thumbed through past purchases, on the look out for identity theft.

Nope, I recognized all expenditures.

Then, the electric bill came.

We owed exactly $0.00.

Wait. Really?

This time, instead of concentrating so much on where money was going, I took a closer look at the amount spent.

Sure enough, I’d overpaid the electric bill by quite a bit that month. There was a zero that had vanished while I was paying the bill, a bunch of the numbers got replaced or moved around, and something arcane happened with the decimal point.

Since it didn’t send us into the black, and we had no electric bill for another two months, I just let it run its course. We were very lucky it wasn’t a more serious error.

Because of that stupid mistake, I’ve become very careful about writing down exactly what I mean to for bill payments. If I doubt myself, I ask my husband for a proof reading before sending the bill out.

I must admit it was rather nice having one less bill to worry about for a while, though.

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