Lol. I can dig it. Seems to be the case a lot of the time. Personally I think any problems I have diagnosis wise are more a matter of genetics. Lots of mental instability on both sides of the family, though it's more extreme in one than the other. A whole lot of health concerns too. I do not come from a noble family tree so to say.Loraxxe wrote: Your family curiously goes without the label of "loving," so perhaps that covers it? God or no, most parents seem to deserve their children.
"Undiagnosable" might have been a bit of an exaggeration though. Mentally we did finally settle on autism around tenth grade. There are a couple minor things that seem odd with it, but it's as close a match as we're ever gonna find. There's some separate diagnosis that supposedly explains the hallucinations but I never can remember what the name was. I've had a pill for that since pretty early in the childhood, so it's not often the subject of discussion and I was a bit young to understand it all during the diagnosis process. Never did figure out what the deal with the smokers cough is though. Not as big a deal anymore though, since it's just not questioned as much in an adult as a seven year old, and it doesn't seem to hurt anything.
My family was actually quite loving, and I also feel they've been understanding on a level that is unusual even by familial standards, but then again my father was also a drug abusing bipolar man who went undiagnosed and untreated despite what in my opinion, were some pretty blatant and obvious signs of instability until I was around nineteen, so your mileage may vary. Certainly got my fair share of memories out of that;)
Of course, this is getting overly serious now. Didn't really intend for the conversation to go there, but I didn't feel like I could just not address comments about the loving nature of my family. There were problems to be sure, but I think I still got a better childhood out of it than most, and I've successfully grown into a respectable and capable adult, which from a parental standpoint is pretty much mission accomplished. I was a high maintenance child to be sure, but all in all I got no regrets.
All being said and done the only lesson I'd take out of this is that if both you and your significant other have gene pools riddled with numerous and blatant deficits, then maybe considering adoption might not be a bad move. Don't necessarily have to do it, but try and remember that it's an option. Lord knows I've got no particular desire to pass my genetic code on to the next generation. I'd hardly be doing the kid a favor.
Now my brother on the other hand is a textbook example of getting the child you deserve. They fought him tooth and nail, just trying to force him down the path of godliness and righteousness. Just about every decision he made met with terribly overaggressive confrontation. So guess who hangs out with "The Wrong Crowd" as an adult