I’ll say it right now: if you think something is wrong, trust yourself, find an expert whom you can trust, and get the issue checked out.
She is struggling with dyslexia, as it turns out. After two requests for an evaluation, three flags to individual teachers, four years, countless parent-teacher conferences, and a whole lotta head-scratching, The Girl was found to have a specific learning disability last week.
Finally, I have something I can manage against. Sometimes labels can be useful.