Mental health is still a touchy subject. Many MANY people (my parents included) like to ignore it and pretend it's a temporary thing, or someone is just "sad" or a "loner" whatever the case may be. No one wants to admit to their child having a mental deficiency, unless it's ADHD, because that seems to be trendy right now. In doing some reading on this history of this kid, I can kind of guess what's gone on, based on what little bit the news has let out. Of course he was a goth loner who wore a trenchcoat, played videogames, and no one in his high school class remembered him. His mother, while not personally well off, did very well in the divorce from his father, to the tune of a giant house, and a pile of cash that she used to host parties and so on in her affluent community, something north of 300k/yr. Turns out she was a bit of a unique soul as well, as she was known for buying up large stockpiles of guns, Doomsday style. To say the family dynamic in that home was not beneficial to an already socially awkward kid is a bit of an understatement. Then you throw in the fact that he geniunely DID have an MH diagnosis (Aspergers to be exact) and the pieces start falling into place. He had no one, anywhere. Mom was too busy hosting wine tastings and hoarding up weapons and beans for the next coming of Christ, dad lived down in Stamford and was basically out of the picture from what I gather, school brushed him aside to the point that no one even remembered him, and this kid is probably so out of his element, he doesn't even know how to ask for help, let alone realize he needs it. I'm gonna be the shiny happy person here, and say this comes down to parenting. CLEARLY this kid was lashing out at his parents (his mother specifically) for some perceived wrongdoing. He shot up the school she worked at, he killed her, etc etc. Who's fault is it? I back it right up to mom. I watch my child every day, all day, as long as he is awake, to learn his nuances. I know what he likes, i know what he doesn't like, and so on- and he's 15 months old ( and currently napping on my lap). Mom seemed to have been pretty self absorbed, and possibly mentally deficient in some fashion herself ( it is said that the spectrum as it were can be genetic, and it would certainly explain the guns, and the very serious idea of prepping for the end of civilization) and basically ignoring this kid to the point he lashed out. It is absolutely a tragedy that this happened. What's even worse is, it's not going to change the minds of the masses when it comes to things like parenting, spending time with your kids, learning to work with them to make sure they grow up happy and well adjusted. We as a society will still likely plunk them in front of the TV, piss and moan at school teachers and staff when a bully is presented, and schools are going to continue to get shot up.We're going to cry for gun control, more secure schools, cops on every corner, all the things that bring us closer to a police state. And when we GET said police state, people are going to bitch that their freedoms are being infringed upon. This allllll comes down to basic parenting skills.
The reason I say this? I've been this kid. Not to say i've ever brought a weapon to school, or even considered it, but i've been there. I grew up in an abusive household where things like getting knocked the berkeley out for losing some lunch tickets was not out of the norm. I had no friends, no hope of making any, and no one would listen to me. I was fortunate enough that as I got a little older, people started seeing me for who I was. I had a couple of teachers that realized the situation I was in, and gave me not so much an ear to bend, but allowed me to be comfortable in their classes, to the point I felt safe, at least there. Could I have possibly ended up in this situation with my face plastered all over the news? Very possibly. I knew where the guns were, I knew how to load them, and I honestly didn't give enough of a E36 M3 about any of my classmates that hurting them would have been a major concern at the time. BUT- there was enough people around that even pretended to give a E36 M3, that I wasn't a statistic. I learned to be comfortable with me, learned to work within my own limitations and disabilities, and while I may not have grown up to be a CEO or Jesus or anything, I'm happy with where I am. I'd be willing to bet that if this kid was afforded the same "second" look I was, we'd be reading about how Snooki is still a whore instead of 27 dead people.