Fennel thank you, I am so grateful for the wonderful children I have now. I am aware there are so many who have things a lot worse than me, and watching my friends go through IVF etc really puts lots into perspective and makes me realise my life isn as bad as I think. I am 37 and have a good few years of work and life left to be better, and I always try to see that my health will improve from now on. You’re right, I have given birth successfully despite my problems and that is something I am very proud of. My son is very gorgeous and healthy, and I feel so blessed with him.?
EllanVannin It was prescribed medication that gave me the dyskinesia, a potent typical first generation antipsychotic drug called Pericyazine. God knows why my GP prescribed the bloody thing with my medical history of premature birth, head injury etc. I was just very ill at the time though, and I had an awful aversion to any type of psychotropic medication, and I think she was acting out of desperation to be honest. I had already been prescribed diazepam, zopiclone, Citalopram etc and had refused to take the Citalopram. Ironically if I had taken it, I may have avoided TD. Hindsight is a wonderful thing..! ?? i did eventually take the Citalopram after I had cold turkeyed the antipsychotic (more very bad advice from my GP..!), and it worked well and made me so much better.
I know it is all water under the bridge now, but it was just so horrendous at the time. I’m part of a lot of online support groups for the TD etc on Facebook, and I find it really helpful to talk to others who are going through the same thing and it has been a lifesaver to be honest, getting support from others who know what it is like. I remember before I was first diagnosed that my had family and GP just didn’t believe I had TD and could get it from such a low dose. I self diagnosed it, but I was so angry and frustrated that no-one believed me; they l just said it was anxiety and depression - I kept saying, who the heck gets lip smacking as part of anxiety?!
Anyway, the post concussion syndrome was dreadful and I am glad that it is so much better too. At one point, I didn’t recognise my own street and couldn’t read properly. I really felt like I had some kind of dementia, and it made me adamant that if I ever get it, I am going to get a way of getting out of here - I don’t ever want to live through that.
I’m rambling now, sorry! Thank you for listening to my moaning, you are all v kind! ??