Dyscalculia, An Overlooked Mental Health Challenge

By Mike Jacquart

What is dyscalculia, and why is it an overlooked mental health challenge?
“Dyscalculia is a term used to describe specific learning disabilities that affect a child’s ability to understand, learn, and perform math and number-based operations,” according to the Child Mind Institute. “It’s estimated that between 5 and 7 percent of elementary-age children may have dyscalculia. As well as dyscalculia, disorders like dyslexia, visual or auditory processing, ADHD, and others can also impact a child’s ability to accurately complete math problems.” I should point out these challenges can affect both youth and adults.

I first learned about dyscalculia from Marina London, a licensed clinical social worker who served as editorial consultant for my book Climbing Out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness.
In it, I described the good grades I got in college – with the exception of algebra. I wrote, “Why did I have so much trouble ‘connecting the dots’ in math?” mentioning that my sister also struggled with this subject when she was in school.

I had three tutors and I know I tried their patience just to earn a passing grade in College Algebra 101. They were perplexed at my inability to understand their instructions. “Don’t you get that, Mike?” they’d ask. I’d shake my head and say, “No. I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Math involves progressing from one step to the next, and when you don’t understand how the different steps work to arrive at an answer, it’s like being stuck in mud. This trying experience in my early twenties was like revisiting the horrors of my middle school days when I failed the subject and my math teacher told me I should not pursue this subject in high school. My difficulties in algebra affected my shaky self-esteem since it was a required course for obtaining a bachelor’s degree. I wondered if I needed to abandon this pursuit.”

But I was able to conquer my fears. I recalled how overjoyed I was when my hard work and patient tutors paid off and I earned a C in algebra. I was prouder of that C than many of the As and Bs I received in college!

Later, as an older adult, the specific issue was no longer algebra, but I still had a hard time completing math problems that were easy for many of my peers. I wondered why I still struggled so much in this area. Marina had a possible answer, which I believe was the correct one.

“It sounds like you and your sister may have both had a learning difficulty/disability such as dyscalculia and you may also have had a touch of a visual spatial processing issue. Impossible to know without specialized testing, she wrote.

“Baby Boomers did not receive much help with these problems whereas a child with these issues today would be referred for an educational assessment and special ed services if needed,” Marina added.
Sadly, this was all too true. A harsh statement from a teacher like, “You’re not trying hard enough” was the predominant thinking when I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s. A poor grade sometimes meant staying in for recess, even though the teacher usually left you to figure out math problems on your own. “How was I supposed to correct my work when I got it wrong the first time?” I wrote in my book.
If I struggled that much in math, and may have had an undiagnosed learning disability, perhaps this post can help a child or adult who be facing some of these same issues. The reader can learn more about dyscalculia at https://childmind.org/article/how-to-spot-dyscalculia/

Like math, driving also involves understanding how to get from one step (starting at one location) to the next. This is sometimes referred to as someone having “a poor sense of direction.” I wondered if the two could be related? After doing some research, it turns out that dyscalculia can pose problems in areas other than math.

Driving a car may seem simple, but it involves a lot of cognitive processes, A person with dyscalculia may have difficulty concentrating and be easily distracted. There may be issues with sequencing, making it difficult to put information in the right order. The person may struggle to understand and read signs. There may also be problems with visual memory. Perhaps that explains why I have difficulty remembering how to drive from one given point to another unless I’ve driven the same route many times. I may still forget the route if I have not driven it in a while.

Since each of these areas is important in safely driving a vehicle, it is easy to see how someone with a neurological disorder like dyscalculia would have a much more difficult time driving than a non-affected driver. I even read that some people suffering from this affliction will try to avoid driving completely. But this is nearly impossible in rural areas like where I live that lack public transportation.

Driving requires so much concentration that I will find any excuse possible to avoid a road trip longer than 100 miles. Who wants to admit this reluctance to a male friend when we are supposedly the gender that are the better drivers. I even have friends who can safely drive over 500 miles and without a break!
And yet, when I was in my early twenties, I thought that I was destined to live and work in a large city. With problems like the ones I spoke of, I am grateful God had other plans for my life! I live happily with my wife in a village of just over 1,000, and I seldom have to drive to (or in) a city larger than 70,000. Even then, I’m probably with another person who can spell me at the wheel. When longer trips are unavoidable, thank goodness for airplanes!

In addition, in this disturbing day and age, I am grateful that I live in a quiet, peaceful community free from the traffic, noise, and other distractions I’d have in a large city.

Driving can still prove difficult, but God is always there for guidance. Proverbs 3: 5-6 says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart. And lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and He shall direct your paths.”

Here is an example. Journalists are often asked to cover fires, automobile accidents, and other mishaps. As a result, in my first reporting job out of college, I knew I needed to become familiar with the local roads. I jumped in my car on a fall afternoon. I didn’t mind not knowing where I was driving at first, but when it started getting dark and I couldn’t remember how to get back to town, I was scared and said a quick prayer. Within minutes, I saw a sign for one of the few highways I was familiar with. I knew how to get back! I sighed and took a deep breath.

And yet, over time I’ve learned to take heart in my shortcomings. Romans 5:3-4a states. “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us – they help us learn to endure. And endurance develops strength of character in us.”

Indeed they do. In summary, while depression, anxiety and even a potentially undiagnosed disorder like dyscalculia can prove difficult, as I am thankful for where I live and what I’ve learned in overcoming challenges.

No one reading this post should consider any of the information presented as a substitute for professional advice or consultation. Diagnosis of a behavioral disorder requires a thorough assessment, one that only a licensed specialized professional is qualified to make.

Mike Jacquart is the author of “Climbing Out of Darkness: A Personal Journey into Mental Wellness,” available online at https://www.amazon.com/Climbing-out-Darkness-Personal-Wellness/dp/B0BQ58KJH4. He dedicates this post to his late Fresh Hope cofacilitator, Mike Gutho. A retired magazine editor, Mike enjoys sharing his story of “pushing through” on blog posts, podcasts, and other presentations. For more information, contact him at michaeljacquart8@gmail.com.

More on Gratitude

by Peggy Rice, Hope Coach Trainer for Fresh Hope

I lay face-down on the massage table, and settle my head into the round pad. I feel the tears come, as if the change in my position brings them forward; I try to squeeze them back. This massage is only ½ hour long – I don’t have time to deal with all of these emotions coming to the surface.

The massage is #5 of 6 – ½ hour each to help relieve the spasm and tension that has been my left shoulder-blade’s constant companion for months. Weeks of physical therapy brought no relief. Nor did dry-needling nor trigger point injections. Chiropractic is already a regular part of my routine, but it’s not going to do anything to fix the damage to my cervical vertebrae – stenosis, arthritis, degenerative disc disease. That’s one cause for the tears – the pain, and the realization that pain management is all I can do.

A second cause for tears? Saying good-bye to my son after his visit over the holiday weekend. I love him (and his sister) so much, but he lives in IL, while I’m in CO. We just don’t get to see him often enough! Will I ever not cry when saying good-bye to family?

Third reason for tears – recalling two years ago today, when my daughter and son-in-law got married. (Happy anniversary!) The memories are beautiful – the day was beautiful – the bride was beautiful! Such a special celebration, and I wish we lived closer to them so that we could reminisce in person, and go through the photo albums together. But again, they live across the country, and visits just aren’t as frequent as I’d like.

More thoughts that bring tears: my aging parents, and living far from them, and from my sister and her family; the possibility of rehoming our cats; the frustration at not knowing the summer’s details; the reduction in medication that I’ve been on for 14 years. Given that last one, of course I’m sad! The psych nurse said to give myself a full two weeks on the new dose before I decide if I should even be coming off the med. I’ve been on it for so long, it’s going to take a while for my body to adjust to the new levels. Gotta cut myself some slack – it’s only been 5 days.

So, as I lay here, and I fight the tears, and the memories, and the feeling-sorry-for-myself, I cry out to God. “Please, Lord, don’t let me cry in front of my massage therapist! Help me replace these sad thoughts.” And immediately, the word GRATITUTDE comes to mind.

“Yes, Lord.” And I begin to count my blessings. Face down on the table, waiting for her to come in. The result is peace, and joy, and thanksgiving.

I’m thankful for my family. I’m thankful for financial resources. I’m thankful for the brief relief I’ll feel as the therapist digs into the knots in my back and stretches my neck. I’m thankful for my home. For my new exercise routine. For finding new friends. For the opportunity to serve in ministry. Before I know it, the tears are gone, and my heart is full.

And then I remember what I often share in our Fresh Hope Support Group: the brain can’t hold gratitude thoughts and depression thoughts at the same time. Our brains can only concentrate on one thought in any given moment. So when I focused on grateful thoughts, those seemed to override the sad thoughts that were swirling though my brain.

A little Google search reveals that there are contradictory viewpoints on this – maybe we can have two thoughts at once. But I would argue that one thought is going to rise above the other(s) and be more prominent. Hence, only one thought at a time. So, gratitude can override sadness, if only for a moment.

Philippians 4:8 NIV says, “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.”

Isaiah 26:3, NIV: “You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!” 

Want to know what to think about? Think about God! About who He is, His character, His attributes. Think about Jesus, and the love He showed to all those He encountered while He was here on earth. Think about Jesus’ gift of salvation: His death, burial, and resurrection, so that we can be restored into a right relationship with God. Think about the Holy Spirit – the Spirit of the Risen Christ (Romans 8:11) – living in us as Jesus’ followers, a gift sent to us directly from God, to help us as we journey this earth.

The same process holds true for anxious thoughts. They can be replaced with thankful ones, and while you’re thinking about blessings and expressing gratitude, the anxiety will momentarily step aside. Keep practicing, and keep the anxious thoughts away!

This is hard, though. I won’t pretend otherwise. Again, as I sometimes describe it in our Fresh Hope Support Group, the negative thoughts (sad, or anxious ones) form a kind of groove in our brains. Like a well-worn path. And, like a tire on a Conestoga wagon, our thoughts want to drop right into that rut of thinking. It’s easy, to fall into that old pattern. It takes effort – real conscious energy – to try to step out of that groove and start forming a new path. It takes practice, and repetition. And time.

I attest to the fact that the habit of practicing gratitude works. And the more I do it, the more quickly it is effective.

I encourage you…give it a try. The next time you realize that you’re thinking anxious or depressive thoughts – when you catch yourself – ask God to help you think of things to thank Him for. He will. He helps us do what He asks us to do. So when His Word tells us, like above, to think on Him and on good things, He’ll help us do that!

Peggy has been involved with Fresh Hope as a Group Facilitator for over 6 years and as the Hope Coach Trainer for over 4 years. She can be reached at peggy@freshhope.us.