My spoken word made my mother laugh, my written word made my father laugh
Father at home: 2022 One day when we were around 5 years old, a distant aunt entrusted with the task of providing some sort of lunch to me and my cousins asked me if I could eat with my hands. A quick series of images flashed by – first an image of eating with my feet, second an image of being given food that would have to fit on my palm. I replied no, I usually needed a plate. Whatever the content of the lunch would be, I was sure my small palms would not be up to the task. This was when the aunt started laughing, and at some later point of this story being relayed to other family members, it became clear to me that she had meant to ask if I could use my own hands to eat or if I needed someone to feed me. People often do not say what they mean and also often do not mean what they say. Even neurotypicals find it a problem, imagine the Sherlockian universe in which others have to forensically navigate conversations. It was my mother who found this funny; she said she lo...