What a surprise.
Can't you just find one course to take and show up for? Do that, and next time take two, and then three, and so on.
Story time, I have a cousin who had severe dyslexia just about before that was a word. We all went to catholic school, she three years behind me and four behind her sister. Sister and I were the straight A types (yawn, though neither of those paths happened to be all that easy, re family mishugas, and with her, health.) Younger cousin flunked Latin 1A three times, I think. She did muddle through, not least since she got 800 out of 800 on the old math SAT. She got through college using a tape recorder for her classes, graduated in sociology back when tape recorders were sort of bulko. Not that she or I or my older cousin lived your or Robert's lives. I believe Robert's.
You live in a tough place, apparently. My husband was raised two blocks from Florence and Normandie, and earlier was playing baseball in Watts the day the Watt's 'riots' happened. Don't pawn the poor me shit here.
Unless of course it's real. We do have a2kers going through real trouble as you whine on.