As if mental illness itself weren’t embarrassing and exhausting enough—and as if the spectrum of side effects from psych meds weren’t even more embarrassing and exhausting—along comes tardive dyskenesia.
Aside from sounding like an antebellum flowering vine, tardive dyskenesia is also a range of involuntary, repetitive neuromuscular movements of the tongue, lips, face, torso and extremities that occur in people treated with long-term antipsychotics and other dopamine-receptor-blocking medications. If you’ve ever stood or sat near me for an extended period of time, you’ve no doubt seen the full compendium of symptoms: grimacing, lip chewing and pursing, heavy blinking, face touching (and I deserve seven gold medals for fighting back the compulsion to touch my face 75 times a minute in the Coronavirus Olympics), arm swinging, leg hitting, rocking, fidgeting, shaking, and—oddest of all—being on tiptoe whenever I’m sitting down. I continue to cringe every time I see a video of me talking or singing with my lower jaw weirdly askew. My foot also pulses on the gas pedal when I drive, and a number of people have told me it almost makes them carsick when they ride with me.
I’m rather lucky in that my flailing and wiggling are more embarrassing than physically problematic, but about 20% of the population living with the disorder literally can’t function; it can prevent them from walking, eating and even breathing.
And as a point of clarification, these symptoms are the opposite of those from Parkinson’s Disease. People with Parkinson's have difficulty managing controlled movement, whereas people with tardive dyskenesia have difficulty managing uncontrolled movement.
Tardive dyskenesia symptoms can lessen, change or even go away over time after a person stops taking neuroleptic medications, though more often than not they’re permanent. My symptoms have noticeably changed over the last decade-plus, but I’ve traded making alarming sucking sounds on my lips for making an entire room tremble from my violently shaking legs.
There are many medications that can be used to manage the symptoms to varying degrees. After five-plus years of needless misery, I successfully weaned myself off the anticonvulsant Gabapentin, which did or didn't work depending on the way the wind blew and the leg trembled. It also tended to make me drowsy and sometimes even confused, which makes me especially surprised that it’s used recreationally—under the totally lame street name Gabbies—for its supposed euphoric effects that I absolutely NEVER experienced.
I also briefly experimented with Amantadine, which started life as an antiviral for treating and preventing influenza A and soon showed promise in treating movement disorders—both on the Parkinson’s and tardive-dyskenesia ends of the spectrum. Used to enhance dopamine release in the brain, it (of course) comes with a barrage of side effects which for me were mostly insomnia and increased orthostatic hypotension, a tendency to get dizzy and nearly (or on rare occasions completeky) black out when I stood up. As with most psych and psych-adjacent meds, it also came with miserable ramping-up side effects and just-as-miserable ramping-down side effects. And it seemed to do nothing but cost money when I was riding the full dose.
On a bad-decision side note: My doctor and I decided to wean me off of Amantadine when I was on one of my annual Broadway binges, and I endured six days and eight shows in an increasing fog of ramping-down insomnia that left me positively catatonic by the time I got home.
One more thing: You may have seen the commercials for the prohibitively expensive tardive dyskenesia medications Ingrezza and Austedo … the commercials where they call tardive dyskenesia “TD” like it’s some cool brand of earphones or energy drink. Dear Ingrezza-makers Neurocrine Biosciences and Austedo-makers Teva Pharmaceuticals: I’ve had tardive dyskenesia for well over a decade. I’ve been seeing psychiatrists and neurologists about it for well over a decade. I’ve read everything I could read about it for well over a decade. I’ve been on medications for it for well over a decade. And NOBODY outside of medical publications and pharmacy websites calls it TD. STOP TRYING TO MAKE TD HAPPEN.
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Friday, February 21, 2025
Amantadine day 2
I was noticeably more light-headed all day, but in a slightly loopy way and thankfully not a stand-up-and-black-out way like I was last night.
My ears have been screaming EEEEEEEEE! at me all day. Seriously. EEEEEEEEEE!
I had two video calls at work where I could see in real time how much I was fidgeting and rocking and twitching.
It’s breathtakingly exhausting spending all my energy trying to hold myself still, so I was very glad to climb under a blanket and a cat after work and nap on the couch (see photo).
Amantadine isn’t a psych drug, which would usually require me to endure weird (or uncomfortable or downright miserable) side effects for a few weeks while I waited for its efficacy to manifest or not manifest itself. So I’m in uncharted territory here as far as what to expect and how long to tolerate it before I decide whether or not the drug is doing its intended job.
Originally an antiviral used to prevent Influenza A, Amantadine is now primarily an antidyskinetic used to help control the palsies and involuntarily movements of Parkinson’s disease and my close personal friend tardive dyskinesia.
The only other tremor-control drug I’ve tried is the anticonvulsant Gabapentin, which didn’t seem to do anything for me except on the morning when I accidentally took two doses and literally felt like my heart was stopping and my eyes were crossing so hard that my optic muscles might rupture. So, yeah. I immediately started weaning myself off of THAT trainwreck-in-waiting.
If I were to judge Amantadine after just these two days I’d say it’s an abject failure as a tremor suppresant because I’m exponentially more twitchy and tremory. My increased orthostatic hypotension (my tendency to experience blackouts or near-blackouts when I stand up) is pretty alarming to me. And I disconcertingly need to monitor myself for a potential skin rash called Livedo Reticularis, which my neurologist and I both agree would be a fun, indeterminately ethnic drag name but that he warned me is also a very dangerous development potentially worthy of a trip to the ER.
So for now I sit (and twitch and rock and tremor) and wait. I think I’ll give it a week before I decide if these side effects are worth enduring—or if I even think the drug is working. I’ve lived with and learned how to manage tardive dyskinesia for 15+ years, so I’m in a devil-you-know/devil-you-don’t holding pattern until I decide which devil to live with (spoiler alert: I’ll probably pick the one with the cutest butt).
In the mean time, I have a kitty to snuggle up with …
My ears have been screaming EEEEEEEEE! at me all day. Seriously. EEEEEEEEEE!
I had two video calls at work where I could see in real time how much I was fidgeting and rocking and twitching.
It’s breathtakingly exhausting spending all my energy trying to hold myself still, so I was very glad to climb under a blanket and a cat after work and nap on the couch (see photo).
Amantadine isn’t a psych drug, which would usually require me to endure weird (or uncomfortable or downright miserable) side effects for a few weeks while I waited for its efficacy to manifest or not manifest itself. So I’m in uncharted territory here as far as what to expect and how long to tolerate it before I decide whether or not the drug is doing its intended job.
Originally an antiviral used to prevent Influenza A, Amantadine is now primarily an antidyskinetic used to help control the palsies and involuntarily movements of Parkinson’s disease and my close personal friend tardive dyskinesia.
The only other tremor-control drug I’ve tried is the anticonvulsant Gabapentin, which didn’t seem to do anything for me except on the morning when I accidentally took two doses and literally felt like my heart was stopping and my eyes were crossing so hard that my optic muscles might rupture. So, yeah. I immediately started weaning myself off of THAT trainwreck-in-waiting.
If I were to judge Amantadine after just these two days I’d say it’s an abject failure as a tremor suppresant because I’m exponentially more twitchy and tremory. My increased orthostatic hypotension (my tendency to experience blackouts or near-blackouts when I stand up) is pretty alarming to me. And I disconcertingly need to monitor myself for a potential skin rash called Livedo Reticularis, which my neurologist and I both agree would be a fun, indeterminately ethnic drag name but that he warned me is also a very dangerous development potentially worthy of a trip to the ER.
So for now I sit (and twitch and rock and tremor) and wait. I think I’ll give it a week before I decide if these side effects are worth enduring—or if I even think the drug is working. I’ve lived with and learned how to manage tardive dyskinesia for 15+ years, so I’m in a devil-you-know/devil-you-don’t holding pattern until I decide which devil to live with (spoiler alert: I’ll probably pick the one with the cutest butt).
In the mean time, I have a kitty to snuggle up with …
Monday, February 1, 2021
Not to make things alarmingly about me
but I accidentally took my meds twice this morning like a forgetful idiot and now I'm dizzy and unable to walk and really sensitive to light and barely able to see and slightly nauseated and talking a bit randomly so this post is taking forever to write.
My neurologist took forever to get back to us, but he said just to sleep it off—which is hard to do because I have to wedge my arms under my sides to hold myself in place because I have a weird sensation that I’m going to roll off the couch where I’m spending the day near my doting parents.
If you’re on either of these meds, never take 600mg of Lamotrigine and/or 1,200mg of Gabapentin (we’re not sure which is/are making me fall into this bizarre hole).
That’s enough typing.
My neurologist took forever to get back to us, but he said just to sleep it off—which is hard to do because I have to wedge my arms under my sides to hold myself in place because I have a weird sensation that I’m going to roll off the couch where I’m spending the day near my doting parents.
If you’re on either of these meds, never take 600mg of Lamotrigine and/or 1,200mg of Gabapentin (we’re not sure which is/are making me fall into this bizarre hole).
That’s enough typing.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Tambourine, the forgotten reindeer
As is the case with many people on psychotropic medications, my bipolar meds have given me a robust case of tardive dyskinesia, a permanent neurological disorder that causes a range of involuntary movements including twitches and wiggles and shakes and grimaces and blinks and OCD things like repetitive face touching.
And I've won the tardive dyskinesia lottery and gotten the full spectrum of these behaviors, with varying degrees of intensity. Some days my knees just shiver. Some days I have epic squinting, face rubbing, rocking and anything else my body can think of to make me super-paranoid I'm irritating the hell out of everyone around me. People often ask me if I'm nervous (which happened once at a job interview I was otherwise rocking, to my eternal mortification) or cold (my veins actually course with reptile blood and I am NEVER cold) when they see me shaking. People have asked me why I'm always on my tiptoes when I sit down (the obvious answer: to help my body shake the living hell out of my legs more annoyingly). People have politely asked me to sit still.
And while these awake behaviors are bad enough, it's the nighttime manifestations of tardive dyskinesia that are killing me. Many, MANY times every EVERY night, I end up on my back with my legs bent and my feet flat and my knees slamming against each other so violently that they wake me up—usually somehow mummified in a tangle of sheets. Or I wake myself by repeatedly running my hands through my hair like I'm a supermodel being all sexy for a shampoo commercial as I ride with the top down along the 101. Or I just rub my face like I'm Lady Macbeth but the damn spots got all over everything and I need to URGENT URGENT WAKE UP AND TELL MACBETH TO ORDER DUNKIN' AND NOT MURDER DUNCAN.
Last night it was the face. Hoo boy, was it the face. And it was so borderline violent that it hurt ... and then it stung like an advanced-degree sunburn when the water hit it in the shower this morning. Which—if you see me today—is why I look like Hobo Santa because my cheeks are ultra-rosy and I'm now on my third day of not shaving and I don't care THAT much about how I'm going to look in the family Thanksgiving photos.
I take Gabatentin three times a day to help control the reason I'm extremely bad at stealing tambourines, but that is a six-paragraph discussion for another day. Key words: opiod epidemic
Anyway, this post started out as a few sentences about how my face hurt in the shower this morning and then I was going to show you all a photo of the Hershey's Kisses I bought last night THAT LOOK LIKE LITTLE SANTA HATS. Sorry for rambling on like this, but look at the Hershey's Kisses I bought last night THAT LOOK LIKE LITTLE SANTA HATS:
And I've won the tardive dyskinesia lottery and gotten the full spectrum of these behaviors, with varying degrees of intensity. Some days my knees just shiver. Some days I have epic squinting, face rubbing, rocking and anything else my body can think of to make me super-paranoid I'm irritating the hell out of everyone around me. People often ask me if I'm nervous (which happened once at a job interview I was otherwise rocking, to my eternal mortification) or cold (my veins actually course with reptile blood and I am NEVER cold) when they see me shaking. People have asked me why I'm always on my tiptoes when I sit down (the obvious answer: to help my body shake the living hell out of my legs more annoyingly). People have politely asked me to sit still.
And while these awake behaviors are bad enough, it's the nighttime manifestations of tardive dyskinesia that are killing me. Many, MANY times every EVERY night, I end up on my back with my legs bent and my feet flat and my knees slamming against each other so violently that they wake me up—usually somehow mummified in a tangle of sheets. Or I wake myself by repeatedly running my hands through my hair like I'm a supermodel being all sexy for a shampoo commercial as I ride with the top down along the 101. Or I just rub my face like I'm Lady Macbeth but the damn spots got all over everything and I need to URGENT URGENT WAKE UP AND TELL MACBETH TO ORDER DUNKIN' AND NOT MURDER DUNCAN.
Last night it was the face. Hoo boy, was it the face. And it was so borderline violent that it hurt ... and then it stung like an advanced-degree sunburn when the water hit it in the shower this morning. Which—if you see me today—is why I look like Hobo Santa because my cheeks are ultra-rosy and I'm now on my third day of not shaving and I don't care THAT much about how I'm going to look in the family Thanksgiving photos.
I take Gabatentin three times a day to help control the reason I'm extremely bad at stealing tambourines, but that is a six-paragraph discussion for another day. Key words: opiod epidemic
Anyway, this post started out as a few sentences about how my face hurt in the shower this morning and then I was going to show you all a photo of the Hershey's Kisses I bought last night THAT LOOK LIKE LITTLE SANTA HATS. Sorry for rambling on like this, but look at the Hershey's Kisses I bought last night THAT LOOK LIKE LITTLE SANTA HATS:
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