My dad was diagnosed last week, after he fell off a stepladder. It’s a terrible, awful shock – there’s no family history of Huntington’s that we know of, as most of my dad’s family died relatively young, probably before the average age of onset for the disease. Looking back, he’s been symptomatic for many years, but we just had no idea. We just thought he was clumsy and aggressive and a hair-raisingly terrible driver. He made my life a misery at times, and can be a really nasty piece of work, and now all I feel is guilt for hating him for it – how much of it was actually him, and how much of it was the disease talking?
I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of posting this here. I’m frightened, and feel so alone. It’s not even as if anyone on here with experience of Huntington’s can say anything to reassure me – it’s an unremittingly grim illness and every day I’m filled with fresh terror.
I'm frightened for myself, and for my DC - there's a 50/50 chance of inheritance. I've been referred to a genetic diseases counsellor at Addenbrooke's, to discuss testing.
I haven't slept for days. I don't know what to do.