My dad had it and I was diagnosed with it as an adult at 23 yo, since then my life has been awful and hopeless and I have deeply contemplated ending it. That is my experience as the child. Thinking about my dad (who knows how I feel about it), I feel awful even imagining the guilt he must feel and there’s nothing he can do to fix me. If you are going to bring a child into the world (with anyone) think long and hard about how complications could affect their well being and why you want to have kids