Okay, here's weird one for you.
<back story>
My little brother was like a mega genius when we were growing up.
My body refused to mature while his took off like a rocket. By the time I was six and he was four people thought we were twins. By the time he was six and I was eight... he was essentially
for all intents and purposes, 'my' big brother in a lower grade.
From him I learned things like;
Any pay-phone on the planet could be hacked with a needle by poking it through the mouthpiece to connect it with the metal ring inside which when then placed against the metal cradle would allow any call to go through.
...and that top-loading VCR's were built before video scrambling technology so we couldn't watch the Playboy channel without paying for it, but we could record it all we wanted unscrambled and sell the tapes to our buddies.
Or how to make rockets from expended CO2 cartridges filled with strike-anywhere match heads and a sparkler.
Or magnet fishing for change at Mall wishing wells.
...
It's a long list... a bit like a Tarantino directed Phineas and Ferb episode really. Thing is, he went super-nova at seventeen and was diagnosed schizophrenic. He ran and I didn't see him again for a decade.
He's in my life now. Got him on his feet, taught him my trade. He's just bought a piece of land.
He's a great guy... he's just not the same guy I grew up with.
All of the people in my childhood either already were, or became mentally ill while I was growing up, so I kind of became hyper aware of things in order to make connections as to just what type of psycho I might be dealing with at any given time.
Y'know, sorting and storing patterns and behaviours which might indicate triggers or severity or... all kids of shit I didn't and still don't have words for.
In the summer my brother stays in his camper in a portion of the property I let him carve out. In the winter he occupies one of our kitchenettes and the girls were complaining about the state of the... unusual amount of shall we say excess urinary fallout, and they asked me to have a talk with him.
I mention to him that he might want to sit to do his business if age is starting to affect his flow.
He looks at me like I'm stupid and says;
"Yeah, like you can control where your piss goes." like it was a totally new concept for him... and I wonder if it was.
...
After a bit of a stunned pause I said;
"Um, yes, most human penises have rifling where it twists out in a stream and only at the beginning and the end is there any sprinklage."
He said, "Huh.", and we never spoke about it again. I haven't heard another word from the cleaning staff so it must have worked.
aaanyway...
It made me wonder; are there physical abnormalities tied to mental abnormalities, and are there studies which exist?
If not. Shouldn't there be?
Is an inability to create a coherent piss stream in a male by the age of five or so indicative of some other possibly mental issue?
I have not had the time to learn much about psychology besides the sink-or-swim course I had no choice but to pass, but has a crossover study ever been conducted?
I thought one of you guys might already know, or be interested in why not.
Crap. Now I have to figure out what to call this, almost idea.