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My Great-grandfather and Neurodivergence
As folks may know, I have wondered whether I (and later, some immediate family members) were on the autism spectrum since I first encountered the concept in my 20s. I've been pretty sure that there is neurodivergence of some kind there.
I was told by a family member today that my great-grandfather, who not incidentally was a professional research chemist and a founding member of CalTech's ham radio club, customarily reversed the utensils for his table settings. He thought it would be more efficient if the utensils started out under the hand that they were going to be used by; otherwise there's wasted effort.
I'd often suspected, given his career and interests, that he was neurodivergent, maybe autistic, and somehow that little tidbit goes a long way to confirming that in my mind.
I say this every time I talk about him, but I really wish I could have met him.
I was told by a family member today that my great-grandfather, who not incidentally was a professional research chemist and a founding member of CalTech's ham radio club, customarily reversed the utensils for his table settings. He thought it would be more efficient if the utensils started out under the hand that they were going to be used by; otherwise there's wasted effort.
I'd often suspected, given his career and interests, that he was neurodivergent, maybe autistic, and somehow that little tidbit goes a long way to confirming that in my mind.
I say this every time I talk about him, but I really wish I could have met him.
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Nobody teaches kids table manners, or even how to set a table, any more. People eat fast food (burgers, chicken, fries, pizza, sandwiches) with their hands, never mind silverware. Formal dining is not an enjoyable experience, although the food is often Michelin-quality (and composed of Waegyu beef, truffles, edible gold leaf, and caviar; and to some degree the personal service one gets can be amusing.
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