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Losing It

I just broke down and bought a GPS.

Dyscalculia, a cousin of the more well known dyslexia, is to blame for my directional issues. It relates more to math than reading. Some people experience problems with time, but that is lower on my list. Concepts, directions/left-right, numbers/math, games, athletic/dancing ability (as in lack thereof) and low latent inhibition are where it shows up for me.

Took Fawn to the Amtrak station in Raleigh this morning, had one hiccup getting there - Google Maps did NOT give a critical veer to the right, necessitating a stop at a restaurant for directions and a turn around.

The gas was this close to empty, my stomach was in a knot, I was afraid she'd miss her train and throw off her carefully planned schedule and...sheez. Thankfully (sort of) we are not in Europe and the train was a half hour late, so we would have been fine even if another turnaround had been on order.

On the way back, a one way street prevented me from going back the way I came, then I was really messed up. Got gas, asked for directions, got on 440, was actually going the right way, but thought I wasn't. Turned around, asked for directions again and got back on 440. I was two exits from where I needed to be the first time. Took over an hour to get back to 40.

I've had it with getting lost.

My current GPS.


  1. I have never heard of dyscalculia before now, but maybe I should have. Much of what you're describing sounds familiar.

    Good luck with the GPS. Just don't rely on it heart and soul, as my husband does. I keep telling him that common sense trumps a computer, but he fails to listen and often ends up in the Seedy Part of Town. Sigh.

  2. Uh-oh! That dyscalculia sounds awfully familiar here, too. :) Ah, a GPS ... Did you read my post about my love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with ours? But alas, I must admit Miss GPS does come in handy even though she annoys the heck out of me.

    Thanks for your much-appreciated comments at my blog! And I'm so glad you had a great time with Fawn. Lucky you to visit with her. Blessings, Debra

  3. My mother called me one day - "I know what's wrong with you!", told me to turn on the TV. :-) There was a doctor on talking about dyslexia. Some of it fit (fear of escalators, the directional thing, getting lost easily), but the reading part didn't.
    The first time I heard about dycalculia was from Cher of all people.
    The math trouble, being a total doofus at aerobics or dancing clicked immediately.