Same. Lefty. Funny world eh.I’m lefty and grew up in Indonesia. Friends at school knew me as “Si Kebot” (means “The lefty”). They admonished me if I handed stuff with my left hand and asked me to give it to them with my right hand. I remember when I came back home after living in USA for over 10 years, handed my passport to immigration officer in Jakarta. He balked at me for giving the passport with my “dirty hand” and asked me to give it to him with my right hand. I chuckled to myself about it and told to myself how stupid of him to force me to give it with my “dirty right hand” as I use my left hand to pour water cup over my rear end and use my right hand to wipe clean any leftover residue that toilet paper fails to pickup.
I was able to write with both hands up to 3rd grade as every time the teacher or my father saw me writing with my left hand, they would get a ruler and slapped the “dirty hand” and said something like as mild as “that’s a bad hand to use” to as bad as “that’s the devil’s hand, bad omen would come to you” . So, I switched to write with my right hand, whenever they saw me writing with my left hand, until one day my mother said to my father to leave me be and told my teachers the same. So, I lose my right-hand writing skill since then.
You are talking about old times, back in the sixties-seventies. The world has changed for the better. They accept Si Kebot like anyone else now. I don’t feel “special” anymore.
Sri Lankan friend of mine...same. His family leave him alone. He leaves me alone. You won't get utensils at his house and his cooking is too good to argue the point even if you were so inclined.