When I was a child, I remember the feeling of there being marbles in my head. I remember feeling like someone was in my head hammering. I remember my stomach hurting constantly, and having the feeling of something in my throat all the time. I coughed non-stop. I remember going into the bathroom and standing on the toilet with the hot shower running so the steam could help my cough. I never wanted to go to school because my teachers got so annoyed with me “disrupting” their class with my cough. As I got a little older, umpires at softball games would pull me off the field, Gym teachers would make me sit out of games they played. I was tested for whooping cough three or four times. At 12, I was told I was allergic to milk. The cough got a little better after that. At 18, I had my tonsils out. At 22, I was diagnosed with dystonia. No one will ever know which of these three things was the major reason but now, at 26 I hardly ever cough. I have been doing pretty
My life-long battle with Dystonia