The odd bunch

Since I moved to this town I have made some new friends. Quite an achievement! We range in age from nineteen to fifty-four.

One friend has ADHD. A lovely bloke who says what he thinks. He is such fun in spite of having overcome so much. Since moving to this town he has made a success of his life. A rough diamond on the outside but a real softy on the inside. He's an extremely sensitive and thoughtful guy.

Another friend suffers with depression. She isn't used to going out much, but is starting to go out more since joining the odd bunch. She is a lovely girl, great fun to be with, who doesn't appreciate how beautiful she is and undervalues her own worth.

Another of the "gang" has aspergers. A lovely bloke I have so many experiences in common with. He is highly intelligent and very musical. He is really clever with his hands. I love his sense of humour, which is just about as barmy as mine. He also undervalues his talents and his true worth. He doesn't realise what a big person he is.
His partner doesn't have asd, but has to cope with the effects of aspergers in her daily life. She is a professional person. I wouldn't like to presume anything, except she's a very courageous lady who must have gone through a lot. I enjoy her intelligent conversation and her sense of humour. She's a joy to be around.

And then there's me. If I had half the skills and attributes of my friends I would be a much better person.

All five of us are from different places who have found each other in this town. Four of us are on the pill (antidepressants). I am so proud of my friends. We all look out for each other. Knowing them is one of the happiest things in my life.

If it weren't for the mental health issues, we probably would never have met each other. My friend with ADHD showed me a picture yesterday entitled "The odd bunch" and said it was like us. We laughed. Actually we aren't really the odd ones, it's everyone else.