I had a stepson with undiagnosed fetal alcohol syndrome. I diagnosed him with it (no, I’m not a doctor) when I first met him at his age two. Wide-set eyes, the most obvious physical sign, and slow learner. My diagnosis was proved correct as he grew up (long after I had divorced his mother). He could not control his emotions and could not work. He eventually gained SS disability and lived on a subsistence level until he overdosed on some drug and was carried out of an apartment to the lawn by his low-life associates and left to die there.
Such suffering so many people must endure is hard to imagine. Few people understand the anguish hidden in another man’s heart. God bless and give you strength.