Political correctness my ****, ignorance more like.
As a member of Docs extended student family, and a dyslexic, I absolutely disagree with you. Wrestled with -- and still do -- ADHD and dyslexia, both as a kid, and as an adult. With medication, and great effort to detail, I can reign in my thoughts and focus enough, on occasion, to remember the difference between my right and left sides.
In the motion kenpo model, this has not been that large a detriment. Instructor yells 'Right forward bow", I just watch to see what everybody else does, and mimic which foot they have forward...never determining which it is. Worked out directions with my ex when we were driving places. Replaced "turn left" and "turn right" with "Make a Dave at the light, and a Monique at the stop sign". Something concrete to relate to.
To make it worse, I can miss some sleep, have some wiring in my brain fritz out, and lose track of what hand I do things with. Was ambidextrous, now am moslty left-handed for coordinative things (writing, eating), and right handed with power things. Kenpo techniques? Motion kenpo system, I can spontaneously do the opposite side with the same coordination, speed, power, as the "traditional" side, typically confusing the hell out my students and making it necessary for my senior students to work out a sign language cue for "You did it on us again", so I can switch back to the right-side of the tech.
I have "writing glasses". Prescription glasses with an Irlen institute tint on them, so I can see words, sentences, and paragraphs, instead of fields of inky rivers wiggling over the page like insects. I use them to write these posts online, as without them, the words and letters won't stop jumbling like they are in a jig on a vibrating table full of ants.
Training at Docs requires me to actually be able to attend to "left" and "right". Been in this body 44 years, and still don't have it nailed down. To make it worse, his attenntion to detail about "in this position, dominant hand over non-dominant hand", means we have to test for it, then I have to remember which it actually was (turns out I'm neurologically left-handed). And I have to do it fast enough to not ruin things for the rest of the class. That has been my burden with training in classes my whole karate life (since 1971, so far).
And do you know what I don't do? I don't blame Doc for my issue. He has a lot of information that's super valuable, and takes a great attention to detail to get. Between the crappy discs in my back and neck, ADHD, and dyslexia, I make it a point to prep before going in, so I'm not the cause of
a) slowing everyone elses learning process down (I don't have the right to mess with their lessons...If I can't keep up, I owe it to others to stay out of the way. No one is under any obligations to diminish the quality of their experiences to meet the capacity of the lowest common denominator. If that were true, by extension, elaboration, and exaggeration, we should grind the educational system to a near-halt, so that we don't move any faster than our most cognitively disabled societal members can keep up), and,
b) exasperating Doc enough that he regrets the decision to let me join them.
Instead, I pre-medicate properly to minimize the anxiety around "will I be able to keep up?" (that anxiety is more distracting and debilitating, I think, then the actual disorder, but when your adult day-to-day life has been such a miserable struggle and disappointment to the people you love, becuase of how hard it can be to stay focused long enough to get dressed and out the freakin' door, anxiety about consequnces becomes an unavoidable part of the package). I try to nap before going in. I try to allow my mind a rest period, so I'm not going from a series of fragmenting stressors, into a class that requires a level of focus and right-vs-left that's typically beyond me anyway.
The wonderful combination of ADD/Dyslexia has ruined my life. Everything is harder. The amount of mental energy that goes into making a bloody pot of coffee is about parallel to what a non-ADD person might put into building a high-end doghouse from scratch. Add to this...remembering to file the proper paperwork on time with licensing boards or the taxman; getting bills paid remotely on time; actually washing the laundry laid out for weeks; tracking what stuff is in what pile; getting through all the books on "how to organize if you have ADD", written by people who don't, ... and...you ready for this Tez?...none of this is Docs fault, Doc's problem, Doc's concern, etc. His concern is keeping his commitments to himself, his instructor/friend (our systems founder), and his other students who actually CAN track the lesson and keep up.
I feel bad when I'm there. For detracting from the learning experience available to the others in class. So I try to learn, while staying out of the way. Add a few more like me to a class, and it would be absolutely unachievable for there to be any viable thread of information being added to the tapestry of learning for others present.
I have a doctorate in psych, and one in health sciences (my friends call me "double D"). And still can't rremember my right from my left. My dirty little secret, tis whole "learning disability" thing. Can you imagine trying to auscultate the heart, but confused which side the bugger is on just cuz you got a little less sleep the night before? There's a reason I'm a chiropractor, and not an MD surgeon...nothing to cut incorrectly ("We'll be removing the RIGHT kidney today, doctor"...uh, which one is that, Nurse?), and I just crack the bony bump that's sticking out where it shouldn't be, imparting motion where there wasn't any but shouldoughta been.
For as many "famous people" who have had dyslexia and similar dysfunctions, there are 1000 percent more who have lived wrecked lives, ruining not only theirs, but aspects of those with whom they share the ride. With proper prep, I can keep up. Sorta. And I'm still allowed in. Doc's nephew keeps up perfectly fine. He's allowed in. I know many who would not be able to keep up. They should not be allowed in. Simple, in my eyes.
Dave