That was how I learned that my left hand was the "wrong hand". I learned to write my name, paint my pictures and circle the picture of the cat that matched the word CAT with my right hand from that day forward.
When my fifth birthday rolled around almost three months after my first day of school, I was so excited I kept telling everyone at the school it was my fifth birthday. The teacher took me to the principal's office. The principal asked me how old I was. I was in trouble. I didn't know why, but for some reason, turning five was not acceptable! They called my mom. I waited in the principal's office. My mom came to the school. I didn't get to go back to Kindergarten anymore that year.
I began to stutter the same year.
|DID I STUTTER? by minx267|
My stutter only came out when I was stressed or frustrated in some way. Fighting with my older brothers (happened frequently), in trouble for something with my mom (less frequently) or even when reading aloud and trying to figure out an unfamiliar word (I was and am an avid reader so this happened quite often).
I mostly combated the stutter by learning to not get stressed. I still stutter somewhat to this day when I do get stressed but it's not very bad and if I take a deep breath, close my eyes, gather my thoughts and start over, I can get past it. Now my stutter usually only shows up when I disagree with someone emphatically and I'm trying to defend my view or when I'm trying to remember a word and it gets "stuck on the tip of my tongue".
After a severe car accident I was in almost seven years ago, I had to go to many different specialists. Four of them worked together to give me some information about the brain injury I had from the accident. After running many tests, CAT scans and cognitive tests and conferring with the other specialists, one of them asked me what my primary hand was. I said I was right handed. His response surprised me. "Actually, you are clinically classified as ambidextrous." I told him the story about the Kindergarten teacher.
I guess in the long run, I can thank that teacher because she forced me to learn to deal with stress and gave me the gift of ambidexterity.
Life provides us with many obstacles to overcome. How we deal with them is all a matter of perspective.
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