Let me guess, someone who depends on drugs because coping is just so damn hard to do?
If I was born in the "modern" world, no telling how drugged up I would be and how much of me would still exist. I had combinations of OCD/ADDS and even some hints of what may be Tourettes as a child growing up in the '50s. Kindergarten teachers told my folks to test me because my drawings resembled something Picasso might render, I was very anal about how things were organized, and had "nervous tics" which caused me to make constant squeaking noises in my throat, screw up my face, and even blurt out things I could believe I was saying as it occurred.
In today's world I'd be diagnosed and "treated" until I truly was handicapped. In the "crueler more backwards times" of the '50s, I learned to be self aware and to get a handle on what was going on. Rebelled in high school, but passed all the NY Regents and graduated a year early, spent 24 years in the military, got a college degree with a 4.0 GPA and have gotten along in life rather well. Never would have happened in a world where they "design" a drug, determine that it "appears to affect" certain "maladies" and then market it by saying it helps with never before diagnosed "maladies" and urges people to "ask your doctor if this drug with 87 known bad side effects and possibly 1 or 2 "benefits" is right for you"...
I grew up in rural Nebraska, in an area that was very resistant to the drug pushers. In grade school, I was a wiggle worm and couldn’t sit still.
My kindergarten teacher would have me run laps around the school to “burn it off”. No matter what the weather. It worked. Today I would have been drugged to the gills and labeled a “special” case.