Just a short Hi! from a new European member, male, late 50s, diagnosed Asperger recently. Both my grandfather and father were typical ADHD guys, although never diagnosed as we speak about the "old days". Four children, two of whom are diagnosed ADHD, one diagnosed ADD, fourth one diagnosed ADD but now changed to Asperger. Three grandchildren, one with cerebral palsy, one with ADHD, one with "nothing" - poor child
I survive, live in a stable marriage which now enters its 36th year, and I work with the government and have done so for 33 years, I have a Bachelor degree from the university. But socially I am a loner and cannot stand crowds or "happy" gatherings.
The great blow, however, leading to much turmoil and the present diagnose as "deep depression", is that eight years ago one of my three daughters, then aged 13, was several times sexually abused by a gang of Iraqi asylum seekers. Sloppy police work and totally disinterest from school and others, led to the fact that only two of a total of eight abusers were brought to trial, and it took FIVE years for the trials to begin. There were four trials, we won three and lost one. We then sued the police for neglect and failure to prevent further crimes, it was the first time a police force had been sued for this in our country, we were front page news for weeks in newspapers and main domestic news on nationwide television for weeks. We won, but because so many years had gone, the police could not be punished, but they were critized beyond what they had expected.
But it took its toll, and my daughter started with drugs. Spring 2010, she understood she had to change, and started with medically assisted rehabilitation, she lived at home with us and we administered the medication. And she got well! Gained twenty pounds, became once again the happy girl she once was. With her improvement reappeared her ADHD, she got a little restless, and after having spent four months with us including her younger sister who once again became her best friend, she went to the capital where the flat she owned was, 15 miles away from us, first week of August, to spend a weekend there because the weather was so nice and because she after the weekend was to go to a rehabilitation institution to quit the medication and also receive training to start part time working at a kindergarten. Because of the abuse and the sloppy police work, she received 150,000$ compensation. We took care of that, and she had used nothing. She then phoned and said everything was OK, and wanted 400$ on Monday morning to buy a new carpet for her flat, and we transferred it. Tuesday morning she was to register at the hospital rehab center. The Wednesday before, she had met with her doctor and psychologist and assistance group, and they all told her she had recovered amazingly, and was the best example they had ever witnessed. We all were so proud.
Tuesday morning we received a phone call from the police. She had been found dead peacefully sitting in her new sofa at 2:30 AM, had been dead for hours, after an overdose. Because she had touched nothing for months, and this was the first time in months, the portion was too big and the drug too pure, and she died. Aged 21. Our lovely princess.
So I rage at everything and everybody, police, politicians, young girls passing by, happy people, people in general, and also at God. It is said that for many Jews, God died in the concentration camps, and I ask Him what proof He can possibly give me to contradict the claim He died on the same day as my daughter.
OK, that is me. Asperger, angry and depressed.