My hands started to shake when I was in high school, earning me very colorful nicknames like “palsy” and “coke head.” I tried to laugh it off, making jokes and trying so hard to ignore the stares.
As my disease progressed, small things became more difficult. But it wasn’t until I had kids that I truly began to realize how essential tremor (ET) would impact my life. Cutting a baby’s nails is nerve wracking enough—imagine doing it with a tremor! Unfortunately, the stress of the pandemic and my proximity to middle age seems to have made my tremor significantly worse.
I’ve explored the standard medications, but they haven’t worked well with my dysthymia. Maybe once my kids are older I can focus on different treatment options, but for now I’ll just have to get used to the stares.