I experience that too, but I've also become a little disillusioned with curing it. It's not as if I'm going to become a genius if it goes away, and in fact I don't even know what I'll be or what life is like without it at this point. I can't remember if life has always been this hard or if I've always been stupid, and I can't distinguish between if it's my brain or just an expected part of getting older. I think if I undo whatever has happened to my brain, if anything has truly happened, then I'm just going to feel the same problems but lessened; I'll still feel slower than the best and inadequate, I'll just be better than before. To be perfectly honest it's probably all wrapped up in ego, but it's as if I feel there's parts of life locked away from me if my brain isn't perfect. Reading Flowers for Algernon has only reinforced this belief I think, but it's still an incredible book.