The first experience I had around knitting was my ex-step-father knitting himself a grey cardigan. I didn't regard it as odd, really, it was just something that he did.
(Although he was bisexual, but he never told my Mom. She found out much later after he ran away ... she was pissed when she wasn't allowed to donate blood anymore because of his shenanigans he never told her about. He was a total man-whore while they were married.)