Back again after a period of silence to post yet another overly long, long-winded thought process of mine about an issue with HD. Quick disclaimer that I use “we” speaking about people experienced with HD. I’m untested so I say “we” as in us that know HD on a personal level, either because one is positive or has been a caretaker/had a close bond with someone with HD.
It frustrates me how devastating this disease is and yet, it’s still underrepresented and educational resources are limited. I understand that the rarity and hereditary component of the disease plays a large part into this. There is more of a general focus on medical conditions like cancer and Alzheimer’s because in a simplified way, “anyone” can get these illnesses and it is relatively far more “common”, thus you don’t have to search far to find someone who has had personal experience with it. It is rare for someone to have HD without inheriting it. Random mutation is possible, but not a frequent occurance.
I’m not saying that more common medical conditions don’t deserve all the resources, research, and awareness they have… I simply wish HD could be given the same treatment. It’s an awful reality that assets/funds in the medical field are a limited resource that has to be spent wisely, so many conditions lack fairer allocation of funding and attention brought to them.
It’s vexing as a person who is trying to raise awareness… or much more simply, trying to explain the reality of it to friends and others that know nothing of the disease. It’s hard to find footage of decent, substantial quality that show how the symptoms manifest. Presentation and intensity of HD symptoms are highly diverse and nuanced, yet there is little to no documentation of the spectrum.
If you go on YouTube and look up videos about Huntington’s Disease, the majority of them are basic educational videos regurgitating the same information you can find on Google (Mayo clinic, hdsa, etc) and textbooks. Detailed medical jargon about the biology and genetics, as if that means something to the average person. Listed symptoms are the clean-cut, voted upon clinical description of HD that tell you of the very simplified symptoms of the disease but little about the real life experience. The created image is a very basic one.
Maybe this is selfish of me, but I wish I could send someone a video of a person with HD and go “here, this is what my mom was like”. It’s emotionally draining having to explain what it’s really like. Digging those memories back up and exposing myself to the pain all over again, forcibly reminded of the utter injustice that tortured my mother. I actively lived it, and yet, I still struggle to find words that make sense to someone without any knowledge of HD and paint an accurate picture of what I saw. I have tried to spend lengthy amounts of time devoting deep thought into my descriptions. It never feels like it’s enough. It never feels like the other person is actually aware of how terrible, how bizarre it was to witness this.
I don’t know how to describe her chorea well. Clinical phrasing wise, she had the involuntary, jerky movements and dis-coordination. That means very little to me, hardly anything, and saying that to someone feels like an insulting downplay. I try my best to clarify and emphasize that these movements were constant. They weren’t like tics or had pauses. She did not jerk, then 10 seconds passed, and she jerked again. When I say constant, I mean it. She never stopped moving. There was no stillness to her as long as she was awake. It wasn’t like a tremor either, she didn’t tremble when attempting actions. Her hands and arms writhed and flailed in a never-ending flow of uncontrollable action. Twisting, turning over, rolling, rising up and down…
That is only about her chorea in her arms. I haven’t even touched upon the way she shuffled her feet and moved her head. Other physical symptoms like trouble swallowing and forming speech. It takes so much to describe how her arms moved about. How much time do I have left with this person listening, and emotional fortitude remaining, that makes me able to tell the full tale of the absolute hell that’s the cognitive symptoms?
I can simplify it, use clinical words… I can say she had memory problems. But that’s not doing the truth justice. If I want someone to truly understand, I need to recount how her short-term memory was shot. She will walk in the room, ask what time we leave for the movies, and walk away. Few minutes pass. Come back in, ask again, leave. Few minutes pass. Come back in, ask again, leave. Come in, ask, leave. Three times, five times, six and seven… then she goes tell grandma the wrong time after all that. At a certain point, you almost want to hang your head and laugh! It can be ridiculous and there are times embracing that is necessary to stave off frustration or despair. I also have to explain that her long-term memory of info prior to developing more severe symptoms, in comparison, was remarkably in-tact.
Seems like I did a good job, right? That took time and many words. All that for one symptom out of many more I need to describe. It’s hard. I don’t want to have to do this every time. It gets exhausting. It can hurt. Even boring and tedious, I’ve explained so many times I feel fed up with it at times like it’s a topic overdone. I’m also human and forget things. Offline, I’m not eloquent or well spoken. I’m only like that now because I’m typing. In person, I stumble over words, get mixed up, can’t stay linear with a guideline on how to approach everything, and I can become distracted. I don’t come off as someone saying profound things, I come off like I’m struggling. It’s frustrating, it’s disappointing, it’s… just how it is.
I want videos to be able to send that show the uncensored truth. I want documentaries that show the quirks and nuances. I was in a neuroscience class and we watched a whole documentary on a few people with Alzheimer’s, following them around their life. One elderly man remembered little of his life and couldn’t understand anything about what was around him, nor what he was doing. But put on a song tune from his past and he sung like he never aged a day past the time the song was important to him.
Meanwhile, when we discussed HD, the clip we were showed wasn’t even someone with HD! It was someone with a condition that caused chorea like HD’s. I felt cheated. Obviously, we exist. My mom existed, I exist, you all exist. Where are we in media? Where’s the evidence of our lives and footprints we leave? If someone with Alzheimer’s can be followed around by a camera crew so every detail is caught for display and this is deemed ethical, where is that level of dedication for people with HD?
I know we have resources and creations out there, but most of it was unsatisfying to me. I want more, I believe we should have more. Bigger, greater, products immense labor and care. I want the real documentaries with real footage. I want books that has accurate portrayal. I saw a summary of a book once where the main character’s mother had HD. She hated her mother. How uncreatively effortless… Resentment does arise in us, but why and the complexity of it is much more than simple hate.
I want movies and tv series. Much of the usage of HD in media is inaccurate, insulting, or both. First time I heard HD mentioned on TV, it was SVU. A main character said if she was at risk for HD and ended up positive, she’d kill herself. My mom was watching. She had attempted suicide before. That was our scrap of acknowledgement. Passing mention that HD is so bad, suicide is the obvious solution. How, what, and why? It was ignored, not seen as value. We’re used for angst and drama in a plot and nothing more.
I wish I could do all of this myself. I had a dream once about having to take care of my mother during a zombie apocalypse. It would make a great book. I wish I could write it, but I’m not that type of writer. I wish I was famous, I want more celebrities talking about us. I want to be a celebrity in the eye of the public who can use their status to draw awareness to the disease. Mainstream and relevant, making news. I wouldn’t let people forget about HD.
But I have nothing that would make me famous.
At the end of the day, I simply wish we had more. So people knew we existed, so people understood what we go through. So we have more to share, so we can be a talking point. It doesn’t matter how rare the disease actually is. All the suffering and love we’ve gone through justifies us being give more.