My son — our only child — is in high school, and his only success in life has been his musical ability, which has been a blessing, but he struggles to make friends and I worry constantly if he'll even be able to be independent one day.
He despises church because it's another social setting that reinforces the reality that no matter what he tries socially, he fails and can never ingratiate himself with others.
Someone above mentioned that God perfectly designed us, but it seems to be a particularly cruel design. He blocks any attempt at priesthood blessings because "they don't work" and entertains feelings of suicide now and then.
I bristle at any talk of the atonement easing the despair, because there is no real relief in this life for his mental problems as far as I can tell. But, sure, once we're dead, everything will be cool.