Why I study... laterality

I  must have been around four years old when I was first made aware that I was different. I was cheerfully colouring in a picture, when someone remarked, ‘Oh, she’s left-handed.’ In general, my left-handedness was not much of an issue when I was a child. Teachers were tolerant, even though once I started to use ink, I had a habitual blue stain on my hand. Learning to knit – regarded as an essential skill for little girls at Downshall Primary – was rather a trial, but I’m not sure that my left-handedness was the principal obstacle.

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