For as long as I can remember, I've been right-handed. I never had any hangups about it, it was just part of who I was. Although I had plenty of adults helping me learn how to write as a child, no one ever tried to steer me away from writing with the hand that I naturally gravitated toward.
Up until three months ago, I really didn't give it much thought. That's what happens when you do everything with your dominant hand. It's as natural to you as breathing.
As a child, I did lots of writing with my hands. But as a teenager, I started writing papers on the computer. Pretty soon, I typed almost everything. Writing anything but short notes with my hands became a chore. Even lists were something I preferred to keep on a PDA, and later, in an app on my cell phone.
I did pretty much everything you would expect with my right hand. Two-handed activities, such as playing piano and guitar, were done the way you would expect for a right-handed person. The only one of those where I stood out was in my knitting, where for some reason I was a continental-knitting oddball in Chicago.
Three months ago, all that changed.