I am a caregiver.  The mother of a young man, who is 28 years old.  He also has autism.  He has always been a laughing, amicable person, so cooperative and trouble free.  He had a failed transplant, which made him sad, but he had expectations of a second transplant.  After a 7 year wait he got the call, and that new transplant.  He spent 1 week in the hospital, and left with great expectations of good health.  One month after the transplant, he is suffering from A Great DEPRESSION.  Refusing to take his medication, having dreams, and talking out of his head and saying unreasonable things, his behaviors are unruly and contradictory to his good health.  He is on a hunger strike, and has lost a lot of weight.  His labs show that he is not taking his medication, so he must be dumping it down the toilet.  He has been re-hospitalized to try to save his kidney transplant.  He says I am all well now, I got my new Kidney.  I don't need the medication, I don't need to drink all that water to stay hydrated, so he has been dehydrated and in the hospital hooked up to an IV.  He has hidden his medication so I could not find it.  He complains of a swollen tongue, and a choking feeling when he eats, I'm his coach, and his mom, I'm on the computer trying to find a support group, and get help for his angry feelings and self isolating behavior.  I somehow feel that the prograf, cellcept and prednisone and the many other medications and contributing to this emotional and mental instability.  He wants to just be left alone with his grief, as he feels alone.  I can't let that happen, so I'm busy advocating for him.  Love makes me his advocate.  I have enquired about a transplant group at the hospital, I don't know if there is one, but probably not, or I should have been apprised of this before.    It's good to know we are not along in this fight, caregivers and those who we love and support.