Oh, I had forgotten, but I did cartwheels and so forth left handed, also. And I sweep lefthanded. Lefthandedly? But I am very right handed other than those particular actions.

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I'm one of those people who are perpetually mixed up with handedness. I'm not sure how much because of inclination and how much from early training. I consider myself predominantly right-handed, but I do a number of things left-handed, including tieing my shoelaces. I thought I did it right-handed, but a number of righties have told me I do it left-handed. I told my mother that once, because she was a leftie and the one to teach me to tie my shoeslaces, but she claims she worked very hard to teach me to do it like a rightie. I think her attempt failed dismally. And, what really messes me up, is I have a tendency to want to kick left-footed and, when I bowl or dive from a diving board, I have to consciously remind myself which foot to start out on or I screw it all up. I've been known to stop abruptly on the bowling lane to turn around and start over.

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Ben is a rightie who eats left handed, because when I fed him, and started teaching him to spoon feed himself, I gave him the spoon in his left hand, not thinking. I tried to encourage him to eat with his right hand, but then decided to leave the poor kid alone. He sweats too many things, already.

Scott is a lefty, but plays sports like a righty. I can't remember if I mentioned upstream that his dad was "broken" of his left handedness in school, and is one of those people who developed a stutter.

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I never heard of the connection between stuttering and thwarted left-handedness. It makes me wonder now if my father started out as a leftie. His mother was definitely one of those people who would have seen left-handedness as "bad" and tried to "cure" my father. As it was, they also had to cure him of the stutter. Amazingly, they did. I may have to ask him someday if that was so.

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I never heard of the connection between stuttering and thwarted left-handedness.

I've heard more about reading problems (dyslexia). OTOH, when you play with the brain, you never know what changes you'll make.

As Miracleman no doubt knows from his work with zombies.

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the connection between stuttering and thwarted left-handedness.

This was mu-mu-me.

In second grade, a teacher tied me up and forced me to use my right hand, saying something about ab-nor-MAL-ity and saving me from suffering later in life.

My father (also a leftie) threatened to burn down the school.

I was untied.

And now, after learning some interesting breathing exercises, I only stammer under extreme duress.

Still dyslexic.

But, hey! I can bat both handed. And use all variety of scissors. Bonus.

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But, hey! I can bat both handed. And use all variety of scissors. Bonus.

Okay, I read that the first time as, "And run with all variety of scissors."

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I stuttered a lot as a kid. Needed lessons and whatnot. Also, lisped.

And yet: right-handed as a right-handed perfectly normal right-handed person who uses his right hand. To masturbate.

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In second grade, a teacher tied me up and forced me to use my right hand, saying something about ab-nor-MAL-ity and saving me from suffering later in life.

Wow Beej, you're relatively young for them to have done that to you. I know when my f-i-l (who's in his 70s) went through it, someone (doctor I think, maybe a teacher) intervened, because they knew then that forcing him rightie was what brought out his stutter.

My father (also a leftie) threatened to burn down the school.

I was untied.

Heee. At first I read this as though he'd been force-switched and threatened to burn down the school when he was a kid, but still, funny.

When my dad was little, a teacher taped shut his twin brother's mouth--for being chatterbox. My dad told the teacher to remove the tape, but she didn't. He told her again. She didn't. He threw a book through a window and told her to take the tape off his brother's mouth. I believe he got in trouble, but his brother remained untaped from there on out. Dad was very protective of his twin, though. When they were even younger (I think about 4), my uncle fell off a bike and broke his arm. My father was yelling and crying so, that they took him to the hospital, rather than his poor, injured twin.

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With apologies to all the good teachers around these parts, there is an incompetent minority in the profession that terrorizing at the hands of enraged parents does some good for.

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