My grandmother (superstitious old country lady) used to try to get me to write right-handed because she thought my left-handedness was a sign that I was possessed by Satan. It really wasn’t traumatic as much as it was annoying, because I couldn’t write right-handed.
What was very traumatic was when the drug dealers / future doctors of America moved in from Major Metropolis a couple hours away and set up satellite operations in my hometown, after which street gangs started showing up in the schools and 12-year me got the fuck beaten out of him in the school hallway by another 12-year-old scholar (white trash variety) who was having a bad acid trip.
My grandmother (superstitious old country lady) used to try to get me to write right-handed because she thought my left-handedness was a sign that I was possessed by Satan. It really wasn’t traumatic as much as it was annoying, because I couldn’t write right-handed.
What was very traumatic was when the drug dealers / future doctors of America moved in from Major Metropolis a couple hours away and set up satellite operations in my hometown, after which street gangs started showing up in the schools and 12-year me got the fuck beaten out of him in the school hallway by another 12-year-old scholar (white trash variety) who was having a bad acid trip.
So, uh, score one against progress.