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Edited on Wed Aug-06-08 02:29 PM by eyepaddle
I've been fairly sure for many years that I was a natural left hander who switched myself to being right handed in elementary school, and after more than a decade of mulling it over I decided to see if I could do anything about it.
First a disclaimer: nobody ever forced me to switch, not my teachers, not my parents or my brother, I basically picked my right hand because I wanted to be just like my older brother when I was four or five. By the time I was ten my mom would point out how much I used my left hand and thought I should've been left handed, or was maybe ambidextrous.
It was when I was in high school when I realized that maybe there was a bit more to my habits such as eating, brushing my teeth and shaving left handed than just random chance. There are a lot more details I could go in to, but you probably get the picture. By the time I was in college, I had pretty much figured out I had switched, but thought that since I had done it myself it wasn't that big of a deal, and that I should juct concetrate on becoming as proficient as I could with the hand I had already picked. Nevertheless, the topic stil always kind of nagged at me.
Well, for a few obscure reasons I decided to try something about it late this last May. There was one particular trigger that set me off, but I think it had been bubbling for while.
At any rate, after a few days my wrting was fairly legible, but slow and it took a lot of concentration, and I had trouble writing on my knee or other similar circumstances. That is when the crisis started. To be blunt, I knew the time had come to put up, or shut up, and the fear that I would try and fail was for some reason particularly terrible, as was the fear, that maybe, just maybe, I was completely nuts. Mixed with that was the unaswerable question, what had I missed in the last 30+ years? How could my life have been different? I spent more than a month so nervous I felt on the verge of vomitting most of the time.
But here we are now, in August, most of my angst has passed, I can even take notes in meeting left handed, it is still a bit slower than my right, but it just feels...better. In fact, there have been a lot of changes, most of them fairly intangible, but one quite pronounced and utterly unexpected: my fairly persistent severe indigestion hasn't come back since the first day I tried writing with my left hand. I don't know how that is connected, but I tell what, I'm pretty happy about it!
I'll say this much in conclusion: I don't reccommend anybody try this, unless you REALLY feel like it is right, err, correct for you, the brain trip from switching hands is powerful and not really pleasant, but for me, for reasons which are hard to explicitly state it has been tremendously worth it.
Thanks for reading.
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