When tardive dyskinesia (TD) was first mentioned diagnostically to me, I still felt buffeted by the idea of my body making any unwanted motion — let alone that it had been caused by a medication I had willingly taken.
Hearing that this extremely challenging, life-changing condition was probably permanent was too much at the time. At first I cowered, wallowing in shame and pity, and then I shifted to blame and fury.
I perused all the medication information sheets and scoured the side effects. I even remembered seeing TD listed there, but I didn’t understand what this really meant to live with tardive dyskinesia, how it would really feel or how my appearance would change drastically.Read more on themighty.com