Wish my dad thought of asking someone for advice, rather than punishing me whenever I misbehaved. I was a good student when it came to classes I enjoyed like reading and writing, even foreign languages as a child. When it came to math or history however, I would quite literally rather count the spots on the ceiling rather than take the time to notice that my teacher was asking me a question. When my school councelors approached him about medications or a therapist, he found it laudable that anything would help. I only wonder if I had gotten some help in the past, perhaps I wouldn't have flunked out of my first college symester. Although going through my parent's divorce at the time gave me little motivation to own up to my potential as well...

Glad to see that you're looking into the cause, and finding the best solution for the problem. Hope everything turns out well for you. Best of luck!