My doctor never asked me how I was feeling, why I felt that way or what had made me come to see him. He never asked me if I needed support or directed me to services that could help me. He just gave me pills to numb reality and sent me away. Another person on the conveyor belt of depression where the only winners are the pharmaceutical companies who make billions every year from people unable to cope with life.
My doctor never asked me why
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner