I remember sitting in a research meeting staring at the question the head of the department had asked. And people were replying to it by reciting things from their old books. I couldn't.Later I discovered that was because I was neurodivergent. I couldn't not because I didn't understand the question, but because my mind went into a deeper labyrinth of thoughts. It wanted to delve deeper.At the time I thought that this was because there was something wrong with me. For a long time I thought that there was a s ...