Something I don't understand about this: wouldn't the river have been frozen solid? Down here, the Potomac froze from shore to shore, Deep Creek Lake was very thick as usual, and even the Chesapeake Bay was freezing up and required an icebreaker.
Not trying to be insensitive - I am just curious as to how he could have gone through the ice that far north, given how cold it had been.
Everything I've seen written about the son makes me think Aspergers or mild autism.
Suicidal Thoughts 10 Times More Likely in Adults With Asperger’s | Psych Central News
I honestly don't know for sure. I'm not sure there are many people who do know for sure.Asking seriously, not to be a wiseass. Isn't Asperger's mild autism? Or is it something different?
My son just called about something else but he saw this when I posted it on Twitter so we talked about it a while. Said he hasn't been able to bring himself to read it yet. We talked about it at work, too. Incredibly well done and so so hard to read. As was noted above, this was a man who knew his kid, really knew his kid.
Asperger’s Disorder was added to the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV) in 1994 as a separate disorder from autism. However, there are still many professionals who consider Asperger’s Disorder a less severe form of autism. In 2013, the DSM-5 replaced Autistic Disorder, Asperger’s Disorder and other pervasive developmental disorders with the umbrella diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder.
Asperger (which is no longer a diagnosis in the DSM-V) is a type of mild autistic spectrum disorder. For clarity, they now call all the ASD's one thing and grade from high-functioning to low-functioning rather than have separate diagnoses along the same spectrum.Asking seriously, not to be a wiseass. Isn't Asperger's mild autism? Or is it something different?
Maisel wrote on the third anniversary of his son's death.
As noted in the story, you can just get so much about the young man from looking at that picture. I teared up reading this.
Really well-written and heartfelt.
I'm probably on the really shallow end of the spectrum, struggling to make eye contact, often aloof when it comes to interactions that aren't professional. I can have panic attacks in crowds on my worst days. But I can always snap myself out of it. There's always a good day after a bad day.
So I try to imagine if I could never get out of that fearful state, that terror of being seen or interacting. Of never being able to have a good day to get around those bad days where a glazed-over stare into the distance can be used as a shield to avoid everyone and everything. What if you could never put the shield down? It's haunting.