The dyscalculia was something concrete that he couldn’t deny or explain away. He couldn’t keep numbers in his head, couldn’t make the most basic intuitive leaps or connections with them.
That’s fair, dyscalculia is a lot more concrete and clearly defined than ADHD.
All of that had been before he got his powers. Nothing had changed, except that now he could visualize something, instinctively know how he could put it together.
Huh, cool!
His disability or disabilities put him a step behind the rest. His daydreaming was worse, because his thoughts were so damn interesting, now.
Ahaha, yeah, if I had the same power, I’d probably be spending loads of time thinking up new inventions too. Lots of useless or silly ones, I’d imagine.
He couldn’t take reliable measurements without using computers to do it. Couldn’t finish half his projects without feeling compelled to move on to something else.
Relatable as fuck. The last sentence, I mean.