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Before I began my second year of second grade, my mother took me to a specialist. She had a wall of diplomas that said she could find out why I did things wrong. She had me take tests where I had to say funny words like “polybendable.” And she would never tell me if it was a real word or not. Anyway, she said that I was LD and I would need special help in school to stop doing things wrong. |
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