My lifelong obsession with crafting is a direct result of my mom refusing to teach me how to knit, crochet or sew.
How is that for an example of my contrary nature?
In her defense, she didn’t think she could teach me any right-handed skills when I was so clearly left-handed. No harm. No foul. In the end, that bit of delayed gratification only honed my avid interest in creating things. When I finally did connect with willing instructors, I took to learning each skill with single-minded intent and determination.
By the way, I’m still left-handed when it comes to handling chopsticks, pencil, and needle.
But most everything else was learned right-handed.