On first fast reading my brain is kind of going: “ding, ding, ding, ding ding!”
But I’ll follow up with a closer examination…
For now, between my post of last night and this one: what is necessary for my mind-of-meat to achieve genuine comprehension, vs. an ability to robotically feed back what I have been told: (Someone mentioned their daughter “learning” math via “brute force” tactics. This recalls the method I had to resort to, with the invaluable tutelage of a still-dear friend, to escape high school with a “Proficiency” certificate in 1976. Six months later, I am certain I couldn’t have done 80% of what I had to do for that test.) it is crucial to eliminate as much mathematical language as possible, because it is no more meaningful to me than trying to explain it to me in Mandarin.
What you did here is what works: make it as a real world-touch/taste/see/hear/smell as possible, using language that I comprehend completely at the start.
I also wanted to address some speculation about my early education.
I was an absolutely stellar student from the moment I entered school. I could read at probably a third or fourth grade level when I began first grade, well into college level/adult reading by the time I entered middle school. (It was like Christmas morning every time the Scholastic Books order came in: nearly all of it, usually a couple of feet high, was mine!)
Arithmetic was no sweat when it was just adding and subtracting. I recall with a shudder of shame and frustration how mortified I was when multiplication was introduced and my brain failed me. And division! Oy!
My self-worth was almost entirely based on being a star student, teacher’s pet, and my father’s greatest source of pride due to my brilliance (also my beauty, but that was starting to be obscured by my weight around the same time I was introduced to multiplication. Gee, do you suppose they might be related?) This “math” bullshit represented an existential threat and I very effectively erected impregnable barriers to facing it at all.
As an adult, and, for all intents and purposes, an autodidact driven by innate thirst for knowledge as well as a total fascination with computers, I came to understand what others have said, which is that there was nothing fundamentally wrong with my brain’s ability to comprehend basic mathematical concepts, and even more advanced concepts. My absolute favorite thing to do on computers, (aside from this message board stuff, which absolutely dominated and even directed the path of my life for probably 20 years.) is dick around with spreadsheets, databases, and automation. Love it! But thanks to that impregnable barrier erected so early in life, I have run into a lot of walls that prevented me from fully exploiting my fascination to the degree that I would like.
And the topper to that autobiographical caca nobody really gives a shit about: I found out at the age of 50 that I have extremely severe ADHD. I’m practically the poster child and once I devoured all the information I could about ADHD and reviewed my life through that lens, decades of terribly confusing struggles became perfectly clear. First and foremost, my report cards through middle school and high school, which mostly reflected A’s in English while failing everything else because I just never showed up.
But thanks to the proficiency exam previously mentioned, I was able to attend Los Angeles City College a few years after high school where I maintained, effortlessly, a 4.0 in subjects like psychology, philosophy, journalism and my main reason for attending, which was broadcasting.
And I wanna thank you all for your attempts to help me understand so many things! It’s been almost 25 years of hanging out here, off and on, even through some brutal times, and I still love you guys. When I have exhausted the Google, I know where to go. May it never change. 