When I Realized My Child’s Learning Style Didn’t Match My Own
By Lindsey, certified special-ed educator & co-founder, Schoolio
This has been on my mind today…
When I first started homeschooling, I assumed my kids would learn the way I learn. That’s the default, right? We teach from our own perspective. But it didn’t take long for me to realize their learning styles—and their needs—were very different from mine.
I’m ADHD. I thrive on novelty, challenge, and curiosity. I love going out, seeing people, doing things. My brain comes alive when there’s energy in the room. Planning homeschool field trips, events, parties, and mom meet-ups? That gave me life. I thought it would do the same for my kids.
But my kids are autistic. They enjoy their friends, yes—but in small doses, one-on-one, in familiar settings. Big group outings didn’t energize them the way they did me. They drained them. Where I walked away buzzing with energy, they walked away needing quiet, calm, and time to recover.
It was the same in our learning space. I always wanted music playing, stimulation in the background. They wanted silence. I craved variety and spontaneity. They needed consistent, reliable routines. I thrived on the excitement of new challenges. They thrived on knowing what to expect.
At first, I resisted that difference. I kept thinking, but this is how I learn best—shouldn’t it work for them too? When it didn’t, I felt frustrated. But slowly, I realized I had it backwards. My job wasn’t to shape them into my rhythm. It was to honor theirs.
That shift changed everything.
I began planning fewer big events and focusing on more intentional one-on-one time with friends. Instead of background noise, I chose quiet. Our homeschool days gained more rhythm and held fewer surprises. Along the way, I learned how to stretch myself to meet their needs, and gently taught them to stretch a little too—tolerating small bits of novelty, practicing compromise, and knowing it was okay to ask for quiet whenever they needed it.
Homeschooling taught me as much about myself as it did about them. It reminded me that love often looks like adjusting our pace, our preferences, and our expectations—not forcing someone else into our mold.
And it gave me this truth:
We don’t have to learn the same way to learn together.