Long story short, I have a drug induced involuntary movement disorder called tardive dyskinesia (TD) that was caused by me being prescribed an antipsychotic drug for a breakdown after I had a head injury and post concussion syndrome 4 years ago.
I don’t usually swear badly in real life, letalone online, but I am going to let rip tonight as I am thoroughly pissed off with TD. I fucking hate it more than anything in the world. (And that is putting it lightly).
I’m sorry to swear so strongly, but I feel like TD has stolen my life. I really try to feel positive a lot of the time, but I get my positivity from being a mum and looking after my beautiful DC. They have no judgement about my symptoms nor do they care whether I have any depression because of it. All that matters to them is that they are loved, cared for and cherished. And that is exactly what I do.
I’m struggling though with accepting my future potentially may be having TD for the rest of my life. It is so hard to believe that my life is as it is right now. It isn’t how I pictured being aged 37.
Without my DC, I would be in the deepest depths of depression and despair because of my TD. I was doubly unfortunate because I had a head injury and post concussion syndrome before I was given the stupid antipsychotic that gave me TD, so I suffered not only once with my head injury, but twice with the most stupid and pointless bloody disorder known to man. I can cope with the symptoms of a head injury and post concussion syndrome. They were hell on Earth for 6 months and gave me a severe breakdown but I survived (just).
But suffering with TD is worse than any of that. It is the complete lack of control, the not knowing what the future holds, and having my whole life thrown into disarray because of a few pills that were meant to help me.
I’m scared about my future, my life is never going to be the same and I am going to have to find the strength to get and hold down a job, endure horrible social anxiety, and live with this awful movement disorder for potentially 30 years or more.
I’m holding up a very fat finger to TD and shouting ‘fuck off’ very loudly, and although I can’t do that in real life, knowing that I can online makes me feel just a little bit better.
I’m sorry to be so miserable - I just need to vent my feelings sometimes.