When I was a kid, my father straight up did not understand transient preferences in food. If you ever expressed that you would prefer not to have a particular food today, he universally interpreted that as meaning you hated it now and never wanted to have it ever again; he went through life firmly convinced that everyone around him was crazy because they were constantly flip-flopping between loving and hating certain foods without rhyme or reason, which led to some fascinating meal planning challenges.
Decades later, I'm reading studies talking about how autism is probably hereditary and thinking: you don't say.












