Liza Long wrote an article called “I am Adam Lanza’s mother.” You can read it, if you want to, here.
I was trying to scroll down and comment, and apparently there are 100s and 100s of comments, and I just couldn’t get to the bottom of the page, so I gave up. (Just realized I could comment at the top. Duh.)
The gist of it is she has a son with psychosocial disorder, or attachment disorder, or personality disorder, or autism, or aspergers, or . . . . which causes him to react to frustrations and difficulties in an unpredictable, and often violent way.
She drives him past his school to the hospital because he is so upset at having to wear blue pants instead of black pants (the school has a uniform program) that he becomes physically agitated and uncontrollable.
Commenters range from sympathy to accusing her of looking for a chance in the spotlight to questioning whether “excusing” something by pointing fingers at any of the problems — gun control, mental health support, society — avoids taking responsibility.
My comment to Ms. Long was going to be: Yes. Your child is violent and unpredictable and often downright scary. I’m sorry for this, and for you, and that you apparently have not been able to find, or perhaps to afford, the kind of care he apparently needs. But I’m betting you don’t have a number of semi-automatic weapons within this child’s reach. If you do, please do something about it now. If you don’t, your story might be troubling and thought-provoking, but doesn’t really address the problem. Adam Lanza could be as nutty as a fruitcake, and however society may have failed him, if he couldn’t have gotten his hands on the weaponry, (weaponry his mother made readily available to him), no children, nobody, would have been killed on Friday.
It really is that simple.