In Russia, where I grew up, mathematicians were celebrated. Chess was taken seriously. People were uniformly obsessed with the common cultural rituals, like the morning gymnastics, like every meal starting with soup and proceeding to potatoes.
The man-child – overachieving in his field but apparently unable to demonstrate even the most basic self-care competency – was common.
Is there such a thing as an autistic culture – where the neurotypicals feel subfunctional?