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I was five. My dad insisted. He taught me, too. He persisted until I learned. He threatened me that I couldn't go to school and I wasn't a big girl until I did it by myself. He also told the teacher to make me write right-handed. He told the teacher of his insistence that I write the 'proper' way even if she had to hit me. Incidentally, She was a wonderful teacher, who gently, and patiently got me to write with my right hand, and was proud of me that I was one of only 3 that could tie their shoes and help the others learn.My Aspie son learned to tie shoes at age 9 and happily writes left-handed as is natural for him.
I discovered "Skater Shoes" and that was the end of that shoe tying nonsense.