Yes, In the 1970s I was just a weird kid. Super bright but eccentric. Didn’t get along with peers…or anyone really. Was often the target of bullies.
Also very very sad all the time. But that was major depression diagnosed in my twenties. I was around fifty when I got an ASD diagnosis from my therapist.
I am pretty sure I was the thesis for her PHD.
Most diseases, bacteria and viruses also did not exist until the last century. Never mind that avarage lifespan also shot up after cures were discovered for the previously non-existant health issues.
I forget which, but a comedian has a bit that goes “sure, autism didn’t exist in the past, and my neighbor just had $1m worth of train sets in his basement because he was “eccentric.”
I know this is just a meme but autistic people were probably less seen as eccentric, cute and quirky; more likely put in mental institutions where they were abused and in some cases killed. :/
Unfortunately, its impossible to know. We can point to severe cases with non-verbal ASD, and those with uncontrolled violent meltdowns, and others combined with other mental disabilities, but given that JFKs sister was lobotomized for being too promiscuous and California had a mass eugenics program until the 50s we won’t know.
But I can tell you my uncles and ancestors who were farmers, engineers, etc (extremely conservative men too) - dont like how ASD is a disorder. “Back in our day we called that an engineer.”
I find it weird to think about this sometimes, especially the fact that in a different time, I’d have probably been institutionalised, despite modern standards considering me “high functioning” that I got to go to university (where I met many other autistic nerds).
I think my grandma’s eternal obsession with Elvis Presley, plus some of her other social quirks like coercibility, would be seen as reflective of autism by a professional diagnosis
✅ I’m in this picture and i don’t like it.
lol…mine’s a shelf and not a drawer. so, i’m good
Accordion folder for different gauges.
And lobotomies…
Grandpa’s a professor though.
The man speaks of gravitons and graviolis equitably.
I hear he teaches the Wonton Burrito Meals course at the local university.
