I am cross eye dominant (right handed, left eye dominant). Coincidentally I tried viewing Jupiter the other day with my right eye. I had been veiwing with my left eye in my FC100DL and had identified the GRS, two barges and could count anout nine bands. Switching to my right, and I could barely see anything. A white disc, two blurry equatorial bands. That was it. I tried refocusing, but that wasn't the problem. My eyes both have the same degree of nearsightedness (-11). No, I just couldn't see as much. I tried to relax my eye and take in the view and after a few moments the GRS came into view and I started picking up a few more bands but it was nothing like the vivid view in my left eye, so I switched back.
Immediately upon doing so, the view in my left eye was terrible. But after a few moments it started coming back and after a few minutes I could see all the details again.
It was a weird experience and I think I will stick with my left eye. I've never been fond of binoculars and I don't like using a bino viewer, probably because I have trained my brain to use my left eye so well.
I was born left-handed but the nuns forced me to write right at a very early age, by tying a (small/tiny) red boxing glove on my left hand for a couple of weeks... which turned out to be a blessing. I became rather profoundly ambidextrous. I of course took offense at first, but then noticed the advantages and actually practiced doing everything switch-hitting. It was fascinating. Scissors, hammer, saw, eating, shooting, writing, drawing, hitting, pitching, arm-twisting. "Comes in handy" Everyone else started to look lopsided to me, like availing only half their capability. My indoctrination occurred so early that I think it even affected my brain. Most friends were either good at this or good at that. Although I liked creativity, I also aced the English SAT (and two years early). Maybe all kids should be forced to wear red boxing gloves on their less dominant hand. Throw in a wee bit of genetic engineering and we can goose-step to our earned destiny! Tom
"The left side of the brain is responsible for controlling the right side of the body. It also performs tasks that have to do with logic, such as in science and mathematics. On the other hand, the right hemisphere coordinates the left side of the body, and performs tasks that have do with creativity and the arts."
Same thing happened to me but at a younger age, around two when I was first learning to draw pictures and it was a Catholic grandmother who made me use my right hand.
But I don't have such a positive outlook on it as you. I feel like it left me a bit dyslexic and confused. I have a lot of trouble telling left from right. Frequently when driving to new places, I turn the wrong direction and if you tell me to turn left (or right), I have to think about which way that is for a few seconds before I can do it Can I prove my problems with dyslexia stem from being forced to use my right hand? No, but I've always felt that was the cause.
My daughter is left handed and no one forced her to use her right hand. Unlike me she can't do much with her off hand.
Although I am semi-ambidextrous and can do a lot of things with either hand, my precision with my right hand is far superior.
While I can shoot with either hand, I think I would be a lot better at it if my dominant hand and eye matched.
In college I fenced competitively and while I was competent fencing left handed, I was never as good left handed as right handed. But it was fun to be able to pick up a foil in each hand and fend off two opponenents at once during sparring practice. I was the only one on my team that could fence with their off hand. I wasn't half bad with my right hand and once beat Olympic fencer Bob Marx in a tournament bout. And though I could fence competently with my left hand, I wasn't winning any competitions with my left hand.
My fencing days are long past, and I'm not sure the ability to hammer a nail or turn a wrench/screw driver with either hand is worth the confusion and dyslexia. Although, it does come in handy when working in tight spaces.