If You Can't Learn Math, Maybe It's Not Your Fault
A condition called dyscalculia makes it difficult to understand and work with numbers.
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“If you can't learn math, maybe it's not your fault.”
That’s the title of a post I wrote several years ago, mostly on a whim after reading a book about catching a spy.
To my surprise, it became one of my top-ten posts of all time.
(Bonus side lesson for creators: it’s usually a good idea to make lots of different things. You can’t always predict what will take off and what won’t.)
Since it’s been a while, I thought I’d share the post here in the new newsletter. This might be especially relevant to anyone who’s struggled with math, anyone with a learning disability, or anyone who’s felt misunderstood in some important way.
Here’s the original post, lightly cleaned up for a new home several years later. ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
My experience in higher education was unusual and erratic. I eventually earned a master’s degree, but first I was a high-school dropout.
One thing I haven’t talked about much is that I’ve never been able to learn higher math: algebra, geometry, calculus, or anything of the sort. It’s not for lack of trying, or at least it wasn’t for a while. (I have zero interest in trying to learn it these days.)
No, I tried and I just couldn’t learn. I tried over and over and it never got any easier. In the U.S. educational system, I failed to progress beyond seventh or eighth grade level math. I’m not sure what the equivalent is elsewhere, but for me I could understand the very elementary principles of algebra and geometry but nothing beyond that.
Lots of people tried to help. I read books and went to study groups. But no matter what I did, it didn’t sink in.
Granted, some of my high school years were spent burning down houses and avoiding any sort of higher learning, so let’s fast forward a bit. We now reach the point of the story where I’m trying to graduate from university.
I had snuck into the system through community college, and I had all the classes I needed except the basic math requirement. My degree was in sociology, which thankfully didn’t require much in the way of advanced math, but it did require something.
In my last quarter before graduation I went to a community college to take that very simple math class. Most of my fellow students met the profile of people who didn’t qualify for or couldn’t afford other schools. They were overworked, often with multiple part-time jobs, and many of them were young parents with no easy access to childcare. In other words, despite my juvenile delinquent status, I was relatively privileged.
At that point I also had some social skills and the beginnings of leadership ability, so I put that forward as my only strength. I asked questions in class and generally tried to show I was paying attention. When we had to do group work, I organized and spoke for my group.
Still, this strategy kept me at the front of the pack for only two weeks. Once we started learning anything besides extremely remedial math, I fell behind. I could organize a study session and bring coffee for my fellow group members, but there was no hiding the fact that I was the one in need of tutoring.
The car mechanic and the single mom tried to explain basic formulas to me. I pretended to understand because it felt embarrassing to be so clueless.
This being community college, it’s hard to fail as long as you put in an effort, and I certainly did that much. I don’t remember my grade, but if it was anything higher than a C, I’m sure I didn’t deserve it.
This theme continued a year later, when I was in grad school and had to take a statistics class. Here’s how I described the experience in an earlier post about my qualifications:
My first quarter in grad school I had to prove competency in statistics by passing a course. This was a disaster from start to finish. Imagine being thrown into a classroom where every word is foreign to you. Sink or swim, right? There’s actually another strategy: just tread water.
My strategy was: show up to every class and never be late. I sat in the front row and asked meaningless questions to demonstrate I was paying attention. (“Could you repeat that last part?” “What would happen if you switched those two numbers around?” “Oh, I see. That’s interesting.”)
On the day of the final exam I looked at the paper and understood almost none of the questions. I wrote gibberish on the front side and drew an arrow to indicate something on the reverse side. On that side I composed a list of “Top 10 Things I Learned During Statistics Class.” I made sure a few of them actually related to assigned materials, even if I didn’t understand them.
I somehow received a B- and placed a thank-you gift of coffee beans outside the professor’s door. Then I dropped out of the program and eventually went to be an aid worker in Africa for several years, but that’s another story.
Why do I tell you all of this? If you’re still reading, I assume it’s either out of amusement or because you too struggle with math.
I recently read a book, The Spy Who Couldn’t Spell, that tells the story of an American spy. The spy, Brian Regan, was both ingenious and inept. He had a Top Secret clearance and had buried thousands of pages of classified intelligence in Tupperware containers throughout the woods of Maryland and Virginia, all in a failed attempt to extract millions of dollars in payments from foreign governments.
I’ll spare you the whole story (it’s a great book!) but one part of solving the crime relies on a government expert, Daniel Olson, who is called in to help crack the many codes that Regan had set up to protect his espionage from being discovered. And here’s where it gets interesting—not the espionage story itself, but how it relates to our story here:
“Olson didn’t do nearly as badly at school as Regan did, but just as Regan struggled with dyslexia, Olson struggled with what he had come to accept as a severe, even if far narrower, handicap: the inability to do math. If he had sought medical help, he would possibly have received a diagnosis for dyscalculia, a dysfunction of the brain that makes it enormously difficult to perform arithmetic calculations and grasp math concepts.
Although Olson did not share Regan’s problem of being perceived as unintelligent by friends and teachers, his difficulties with math were the source of a deep inadequacy that he felt throughout school and beyond. The last C he ever got in the subject was in third grade; from then on, it was consistently D or worse.
It wasn’t that Olson was incapable of mathematical reasoning—he did fine when it came to solving word problems. But numerical operations and formulas and equations—especially polynomial expressions—gave him mental paralysis.”
When I read that passage, my attention perked up and I highlighted it on my Kindle.
Fast forward a bit, and a senior leader notices Olson’s abilities. He’s recruited for a high-level job in Washington, working on important missions that would eventually lead to his being part of catching a spy. There’s just one problem: he’d never finished his bachelor’s degree:
“He couldn’t tell anybody at the FBI why he didn’t have the bachelor’s under his belt yet. He’d failed to clear the required math courses, despite numerous attempts. Transferring from one college to another hadn’t helped. It was only with the help of an educational counselor that Olson managed to complete his undergraduate degree in the three months he had available, earning the math credits from a Savannah college where a particularly kind instructor helped him out with a C.”
When I read that, it sounded very similar to my story—well, except for the part about needing the degree for a job, and except for me being a genius who cracks codes.
These days, most of us understand that there is more than one form of intelligence. In fact, there are many:
mathematical thinking
verbal intelligence
musical and kinesthetic intelligence
interpersonal or social intelligence
naturalistic intelligence
spatial intelligence
Still, most of us could also observe that some forms of intelligence are valued more highly than others in modern times.
As noted, the condition that Olson may have had is called dyscalculia, and Wikipedia describes it as follows:
“Dyscalculia is difficulty in learning or comprehending arithmetic, such as difficulty in understanding numbers, learning how to manipulate numbers, and learning facts in mathematics. It is generally seen as a specific developmental disorder.
Dyscalculia can occur in people from across the whole IQ range – often higher than average – along with difficulties with time, measurement, and spatial reasoning. Estimates of the prevalence of dyscalculia range between 3 and 6% of the population. A quarter of children with dyscalculia have ADHD.”1
I added the emphasis above. Obviously someone who is a master cryptographer with skills exceeding those of many other highly qualified people is very likely to have high intelligence. Yet this person, and presumably many others, also have this condition that makes mastering math difficult.
I emphasized the last sentence about ADHD because this is another condition that now receives more attention than it used to, especially among adults. Longtime readers know that I’m diagnosed with ADHD. A few years ago I started taking Adderall, which changed my life.
Now, before people complain—well, some will complain anyway, but that’s okay—I’m not diagnosing myself with dyscalculia. I also can’t diagnose you with dyscalculia, ADHD, or anything else.
All I know is that no matter what I did, I could never learn higher math. It wasn’t the teacher. It wasn’t lack of ambition or neglect of study time. And presumably it wasn’t due to general developmental delays, since I’ve managed to do a few other things despite this handicap.
I felt comforted to read this real-world example of someone much smarter than me who experienced the same difficulty. If you couldn’t learn math either (or if you’re reading this now and you can’t learn math), maybe it’s not your fault.
Instead of trying to overcome it, you can also look for a way around it. You can focus on other intelligences, especially the ones you’re particularly gifted in. Then, perhaps, you’ll find your true genius.
Back to Present Time
That’s the post I wrote seven years ago, mostly on a whim after enjoying the story about the spy-catcher. Learning that “dyscalculia was a thing” was an unexpected bonus!
In the years since I’ve gotten lots of emails, mostly from people who recognize parts of themselves in the story. I’ve also heard from people who are convinced I wasn’t learning the right way and that if I only learned from them (or used their method, perhaps) then I wouldn’t have had this problem.
Who knows, maybe they’re right! But I really don’t think so. Denying the existence of a learning disability is a lot like saying “try harder” to someone who’s struggling. You can always try harder, but you’ll probably be a lot better off if you first try to understand what’s really going on.
Conversation Starters
What is your relationship with math?
What’s something that’s been easy for you to learn?
Your favorite subject in school.
A surprise you’ve experienced in the past month.
See Also
What It’s Like to Struggle With a Little-Known Math Disability - An article from EdWeek that includes examples of young people with dyscalculia
Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation - I haven’t read this book but I love the title!
Peer-reviewed research by Brian Butterworth - Professor of Cognitive Neuropsychology and a leading expert on dyscalculia
Developmental dyscalculia NIH-funded longterm study - This longitudinal study by Shalev et al. tracked children with developmental dyscalculia over six years, providing insights into the long-term outcomes and stability of mathematical disabilities
One estimate is even higher: “Between 5% and 8% of school-age children have some form of memory or cognitive deficit that interferes with their ability to learn concepts or procedures in one or more mathematical domains.” From ‘Mathematics and Learning Disabilities’ in the Journal of Learning Disabilities
Chris! This was posted at a critical time! My 14 year old daughter is drowning in her 8th grade algebra right now. I try and try till I am red in the face with smoke coming out of my ears to go over the same. damn. thing. again and again. She just doesn't get it. And I have gotten so frustrated, it's embarrassing since, I mean, I meditate for God's sake. We recently decided to throw in the towel, to use a Rocky term. The amount of stress and misery the math thing was causing was seriously crippling our relationship. Last night she approached me and asked "is there something like dyslexia but for math? I just have no idea how to do any of this, and I feel terrible about myself". I am reading this post to her (once she gets out of bed) and I know this is the answer sent from God above. Thank you, so glad you reposted.
When I first read about dyscalculia a few years ago I nearly broke down in tears of relief. I'm in my 60s and I've spent my whole life since junior high school ashamed that I could only do the most basic math. I got straight As in math through elementary school but when junior high hit me with geometric equations, it's like my brain turned to mush. I tried again and again through the years to fight my way to an understanding of math, with a 100% failure rate. The funny thing is, I'm fascinated by quantum physics and. as much as any layperson can, do well at grasping many of the concepts - but those are words, ideas, not numbers. I still use tricks to work my way through the most basic everyday math. I don't need to get diagnosed to know what is going on -- my good brain just has an area outside its realm of functionality, and that's nothing I can control and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. By the way, I too have a college degree only because of the sympathy and kindness of a statistics professor. I love statistics - the concepts - but can't do the math. I had to write on part of my final exam, "i'm sorry, I can't do this." And he still gave me an A-. May he live long and prosper.