I'm back! I wanted to keep my promise so bad by telling you a little more about my disorder. Remember I told you Here - Like I said, I've never spoken to anyone about it until now.
It's called Gerstmann Syndrome or Left-Right discrimination. Growing up, it wasn't really much of a deal because no one would keep track of how well I was matching on the assembly ground when it was time to go to class; I'd just giddily throw my hands high above my head and put my feet in any direction they wanted but by the time I was picked to match in the band because I had a beautiful smile - things started to go south.
I was always confused. I was assured that I didn't need to know any matching tricks like the band boys and girls, I just needed to match up to the dignitaries and present flowers to them - infact, I didn't need any training.
Couple of days to the D-Day and they started me on my training; Most of the time, I can easily distinguish left and right from my perspective, but if I have to distinguish them from the point of view of someone facing me, the side of my left arm is the side of their right arm — confusing, isn’t it? I didn't know how to communicate that when my trainer was facing me, I just couldn't grasp it but when he was backing me - ahaaaaa! I was a star!
Long story short - I slayed (I've been begging my mum to get me the picture 😭), I made a couple errors with the steps but beauty covers all 😂😂 I was super cute.
Why talk about this now? Because I'm trying to learn how to drive and I almost killed myself 😂😂. My Instructor kept shouting instructions - 'Amy turn the steering to your left a little, straighten your hand, step on the break with your right foot' It's endless! I just picked up my bag and went to eat 😭
Suffering and smiling like a true Nigerian.
I should probably get a tattoo that clearly marks my left hand from my right like Sydney tattoo artist Lauren Winzer , Image Source but I'm not a fan - soooooo.
Anyways, yaaaaay to my second article. Lol
