Depression and Aspergers here... Aspergers was strongly suspected by a psychologist in the family in the 90s, and confirmed in the early 2000s.
As for how it affected my life, I had a very lonely childhood where time and time again, I'd do something "wrong" and all of my friends would evaporate. Usually without me even knowing why. Before being diagnosed, I determined myself to be so destructive to the people around me that I took it upon myself to speak only when necessary for a span of six years. That time and the 3 years following were the worst.
Things have gotten better since then, in that I now have an actual circle of friends, but I'm still somewhat on the periphery of the group, but it's a massive step up. I still have trouble at work, and have had difficulty getting and passing interviews, and passed up for promotion, even though I am repeatedly told how technically proficient I am at my job (I am a programmer). I generally do well at the technical parts of the interviews as well, but fail at the all-important "people skills" tests.
I've also had abject failure at relationships, as I'm now in my thirties and still have never been in a relationship or have had sex.
The isolation that I have experienced massively fed into the depression, which started when I was around 10, beginning due to my inability to make/keep friends, and I still constantly have thoughts that I'll never be good enough for anyone, that I have no energy and am just going through the motions in life waiting until I can die.
I've been put on a number of mediations, but they all have had disasterous results. I spent the last 6 months on Prozac, and it caused serious enough fatigue and lethargy that I put on about 30 pounds. I'm about one month off of it right now and I'm trying to get back into the shape that I was before.
Maybe there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but I sure don't see it.
As for how it affected my life, I had a very lonely childhood where time and time again, I'd do something "wrong" and all of my friends would evaporate. Usually without me even knowing why. Before being diagnosed, I determined myself to be so destructive to the people around me that I took it upon myself to speak only when necessary for a span of six years. That time and the 3 years following were the worst.
Things have gotten better since then, in that I now have an actual circle of friends, but I'm still somewhat on the periphery of the group, but it's a massive step up. I still have trouble at work, and have had difficulty getting and passing interviews, and passed up for promotion, even though I am repeatedly told how technically proficient I am at my job (I am a programmer). I generally do well at the technical parts of the interviews as well, but fail at the all-important "people skills" tests.
I've also had abject failure at relationships, as I'm now in my thirties and still have never been in a relationship or have had sex.
The isolation that I have experienced massively fed into the depression, which started when I was around 10, beginning due to my inability to make/keep friends, and I still constantly have thoughts that I'll never be good enough for anyone, that I have no energy and am just going through the motions in life waiting until I can die.
I've been put on a number of mediations, but they all have had disasterous results. I spent the last 6 months on Prozac, and it caused serious enough fatigue and lethargy that I put on about 30 pounds. I'm about one month off of it right now and I'm trying to get back into the shape that I was before.
Maybe there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but I sure don't see it.