I have Klinefelter’s Syndrome. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 36. Three days after I was diagnosed, I went on a camping weekend. We were members of a ski club who went camping in the summer to help keep the club going. (It was basically an alcohol abuse session in a healthy environment.) The trouble with alcohol is how depressed you can become after drinking it. I decided that, since the main function of a human being is to ensure the continuing generations of life, it was quite pointless me being alive. So I staggered towards the riverside taking more alcohol with me, with the thought of throwing myself in the river. I luckily didn’t get as far as the river.
If I had been diagnosed as a child, my education experience could have been more productive. I didn’t get the support that people who know they are XXY typically get. I was very shy and gullible and also tended to take the spoken word too literally.
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