How many are you in your right mind?

If you all have DHs and BFs, I am hoping BF stands for best friend, not boyfriend.  Or DH stands for something other than Dear Husband :)

I'm a lefty too!

Dad's a lefty.  Otherwise, he acts normal though. :)

Lefty here, with a lefty dad, FIL, and son who was born on my b-day.

Use a right handed mouse on the left side, but scissors on the right hand, because they don't work otherwise....       

Right-handed people seldom notice which hand I use, but other lefties often do. Occasionally, someone who has known me for years will be surprised to find out that I'm a lefty; maybe I'm not as "gauche" as I feel! For the most part, the ways I've adapted are automatic - things like sitting at the left corner of a table so that I don't lock elbows with a righty - so even my nearest and dearest forget that there is anything different about the way I do things. 

The thing I find most frustrating is the "ergonomic" way that some things get designed. Right-handed scissors with straight handles are a little trickier with the left hand, but the sculpted handles that are so comfortable for the right hand are downright painful for the left hand. A brand of dish soap had a bottle that was designed with a grip in the shape of the bottle - for the right hand (that bottle has since been redesigned). When I crochet something, I have to reverse the directions; not everything translates the same when you hold the hook in the other hand! 

I'm a lefty but my right arm is my dominant arm.  Go figure.  But then I'm also dyslexic.  I had trouble with 6 and 9 and b and d.  So, that means when I'm sixty-nine I'll tell people I'm ninety-six.  When I turn  ninety-six I'll tell people I'm sixty-nine!

I never had trouble with scissors as I always used my right hand for that, but I insisted on using my left hand to use eating utensils.  I could pitch with my right and catch with my left or visa-versa, but my most notable achievement was the ability to play tennis with both arms equally well.  I could slam a serve with right or left and smack a backhand straight to your face, or gently tap a lob with the left or right hand that left you flat on your face trying to reach.

The most difficult part of being a lefty was I grew up in a time when being left-handed was considered the mark of the devil.  I remember to this day a teacher smacking my face with a ruler when ever I picked up a pencil with my left hand. When I came come with a mark on my face, my mother investigated, and went on the war path.  At 6 ft 1 inches tall and 160 lbs, my mother posed quite a picture with those Catholic nuns.  After that I was allowed to use my left hand.  But then I was never a dab girl.

I'm a lefty too!   I  only write with my left hand, otherwise I do most other things with my right.   I've got 2 sons that are left handed too.   Not so many of us around, are there?