Happy Tuesday! Did you all have a nice 3 day weekend?
I want to repost an email I received from a reader here who is going through a hard time. If someone feels moved to comment in support of her, that would be awesome. More to follow!
Hi Andrea! I cannot tell you how much it means to me that you took the time to respond to my e-mail. And yes, you are very correct. I am struggling right now, not for the first time, but it seems to get harder for me each time we have a major tic flare up.
I’ll tell you our story, and try to abbreviate it as much as possible…
Anthony is currently 11 years old. He started having tics at 6 1/2, some eye-blinking, lots of swallowing, throat-clearing, and eventually (at about 7 years) a high-pitched squeak/squeal, that was really almost was more than I could bear. At that time, we started seeing a psychiatrist, who was recommended by a friend whose son was on the autistic spectrum, with motor tics also. This Dr. recommended we try medications because the tic was so loud and disruptive, and also because Anthony was extremely underweight, and we hoped that meds would help with both issues. After some trial and error, Risperdal seemed to get his vocal tics under control, and also helped him gain some weight, with no other side effects. We floated along for a couple of years after that, we had the normal highs and lows associated with TS, but that horrible high-pitched tic went away, for over 3 years. The other tics were bad, but never as bad as that one. I had hoped it was gone forever.
In November of 2011, Anthony’s throat clearing got pretty severe, and through much research, I learned of an OT clinic at the University of Alabama-Birmingham (we live in rural Western Kentucky) that was administering CBIT, with alarming success. I sent a random e-mail to the director of that clinic, Dr. Jan Rowe, and heard back from her almost immediately, and off we went for a 2 week stay in Birmingham. Anthony’s results were very good. His tics became very much under control, and the techniques he learned were very simple and easy for him. We had a good 6 months after that.
Now fast forward to late July 2012, a week before school starts back this year, and what do I hear? The high-pitched squeak, very quiet and mild in the beginning, but let me tell you, my heart about fell out on the floor. I asked Anthony what that noise was and he said “I’ve been feeling the urge to make a high-pitched noise”. Well, things have gone downhill since then. We started seeing a Neurologist at Cincinnati Children’s in August. Andrew didn’t even start school until a week late because the screech/squeak was so intense. It has come and gone a lot since then, and he has had two of the worst episodes to date with vocal and motor tics. In October, when things were just terrible, the Dr. added Topamax, and it worked almost immediately. Tics nearly disappeared overnight and stayed at bay for about 3 months. Then 2 weeks ago, the squeal came back, and needless to say, it has stayed, and gotten very severe.
I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I have the most precious son, he is brilliant, and beautiful, and my heart is breaking a little more every day as he prepares to head to Middle School next year. It is so unfair and cruel that a child has to suffer like this, and that a mother has to mourn the loss of his childhood to this monster. I feel like the past 5 years have been one nightmare after another, and just when I think it’s finally going to get better–WHAM! There it is again. I try to read all the positive information I can find, especially the articles that say kids reach their tic peak between the ages of 10 and 12. I pray that that’s where we are, at the peak. Things will start to get better soon. He will be OK. But then I hear him, and I see the way people look at him, and I imagine what they are saying about him and I feel like I’m dying sometimes. No one understands. No one else I know is dealing with anything like this. Anthony is strong, he doesn’t have many friends, but he has a few. Usually, he seems unfazed by it all, but then sometimes, I see the hurt in his eyes, and feel the fear in his voice and my heart breaks again and again. He wants a friend who is like him. But there aren’t any other kids with TS anywhere it seems.
I don’t know what to do anymore. Do we keep trying new meds, going to doctors, trying therapy? I can’t accept that this is it for him. I just want his life to be good, and happy, and peaceful. How are you dealing with these things? Do you feel hopeless? Do you homeschool? Is your son OK?
My response to follow at a later time. Thinking of you all! Now give her some love if you can!