Dear friends, part of this post is a bit unsettling, and all of it is deeply personal. But I have decided to post about this to help me confront one of my oldest wounds that still shake me up to today and hope that someone reading this who is in the same space would realize that it is possible to rise out of dejection. If you feel in any way the same and need to talk to someone, please reach out to me through my Skype at Shiela R Castillo.
When Kim was two, she drew a perfect apple, left-handed. She was also an early reader and learned to write early too. I noticed she had difficulty writing just after starting preschool. I observed her in school and saw that her teacher was forcing her to write with her right hand. I confronted the teacher and told her Kim had been writing long before she started school… she is left handed and there is nothing wrong with it.
Kim kept on drawing and was later making little books with stories whose characters were stick figures. I knew then she would live her life as a creative and I felt nothing should keep her from being one.