Mischa Pearson

Living with dyscalculia has meant I’ve shown up for planes that have long since gone, as a result of my hopeless calculations for departure times. I’ve missed countless buses and trains and appointments. I’ve been short changed and not paid enough, and only really known when someone points it out the glaringly obvious to everyone else. Usually my son. Who was correcting my mathematics around the age of 6. Thankfully I can remember his birthday, which is not something I’m known for. 

COUNT DYSCALCULIA (2024). School wasn’t easy for many reasons. I suspect I’m more neurologically spicy than I’ve ever been diagnosed. But I’m ok with that. And that’s really what my book is about; accepting our own differences. My message for young minds navigating their own early life, is told through the story of a Count who can’t quite count. He’s dyscalculic; irony abounds. And it serves as a chance for me to raise awareness for those with dyscalculia, as in public spaces I’ve found very few have even heard of it, and so support is severely lacking. But really, Cal (my Count who can’t count) has arrived with a message to a much wider audience, made up of all sorts of brains, all wired differently and with the potential to excel when met with the right tasks for their particular brain. The point really, is to know we’re all good at something, and to encourage young people to enthusiastically go out into the world in pursuit of what that might be. Because that should be an exciting adventure for us all.