I thought there was something wrong with me.
Growing up in England, I sat in maths class with my heart in my stomach while the teacher explained percentages and algebra. Everyone else seemed to understand. My brain simply shut down.
The harder I tried, the more anxious I became. Back then, ADHD was not well understood. When there seemed to be one “right” way to learn, it was easy to believe I just was not smart enough.
“There goes Tashi again.”