Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Friends

At this point in the new semester, I’ve had a lot of interesting interactions with people. Most importantly, I’ve had some very deep and moving one-on-one conversations with a two friends and a two Phi Mu Alpha brothers about life. These people have shown me very deep and very personal parts of their lives; until they told me, I hadn’t realized the significance that I have in their lives, and they in mine.

I am in the process of planning a somewhat large discussion about Tourette Syndrome on the 27th in the building where I’m an RA. I am inviting people to come hear my story and ask questions; “no question is too big, too small, or too personal.” Usually when the subject of Tourette’s comes up in conversation, people are very interested and have a lot of questions to ask, so I believe that the event will be a success. This will give people a venue to ask a lot of the questions they’ve always wondered and fix misperceptions they may have, and I’m glad for the opportunity!

In the process, certain characteristics of people have bubbled to the surface that I’ve been surprised to see. I remember having a conversation with someone when I first developed TS about the social implications. This person (I think it may have been my mother, but I don’t remember) said in a positive way “I bet this will show you who your true friends are.” At the time, the statement disturbed me because it hadn’t really crossed my mind that any of my friendships would change because of my newly acquired movement disorder; and as much as I can remember, none of them really did.

However, I am reminded of this statement at this point in time not because I recognize who my “real friends” are, but I recognize which ones are mature and which ones have some catching up to do. In high-school, it was common for people to suggest that I fake TS symptoms such as coprolalia for fun (the one time I faked for fun ended up being a bad experience, but that’s a completely different story). That doesn’t happen much in college anymore, especially since I treat both my TS and myself with more respect and understanding than I did in high school.

The vast majority of people at UNC are willing to accept my TS the way that I present it to them, which is that it is a serious neurological disorder and the best way to react to it is to ignore it when possible and avoid it in conversation, unless there is a legitimate question about it. It’s very disappointing to me when someone doesn’t follow those basic customs, which to me seem inherent for any disability. Usually I’m willing to be understanding if someone makes an accidental joke or misinterpretation, but there are two things that really do offend me.

One I’ve already mentioned, when someone suggests that I curse during a “funny” time, such as in class, at somebody, etc. This tells me a few things about a person; they may or may not be true, but they probably are. First, they think naughty words are funny for the sake of vulgarity. Normally, curse words are offensive because of the strong meaning they imply; therefore, if said involuntarily they have no meaning. It’s like trying to start a fight with someone by pretending to punch someone but stopping an inch from their face and saying “just kidding – gotcha, though!” This person also misses the fact that TS just doesn’t feel good. People with TS pretty much just want it to stop already! Why make more tics than are already there? In fact, blurting noises or curse words in class is something that I have a good deal of anxiety over, and something that almost happens on almost a daily basis. So no, I will not blurt out curse words “for fun.”

The second offensive thing is when somebody assumes that I’m going to blame my TS for something silly but voluntary (I’ll admit that I’ve done it before in jest, but every time afterwards I feel like such a – for lack of a better word- whore). I’ll give an example that happened recently while having lunch with a friend. We were talking very casually, and I noticed that I was using a lot of curse words. Referencing that, I said a string of them in a very conversational way. The friend looked at me disapprovingly and said something along the lines of “oh what, so now you have cursing Tourette’s?” Perhaps this was a confusing situation for the friend, but I was taken off guard. I hadn’t been even thinking about my TS at all since the conversation began, so for him to suggest that I was going to make a joke about it hit a soft spot.

Since I’ve had the educational program coming up, so far I’ve been able to respond to two of these situations by inviting them to the program to learn more. It’s perfect, because the person realizes that I want them to learn more, and they feel obligated to come. Even if they don’t come, I still got my point across. With nothing else left to say, I’ll part with an approximate quote from the Hallmark movie about Tourette Syndrome, Front of the Class:


“The point of education is to wipe out ignorance with knowledge.”

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Where the Wild Thangs At?

Fall break is this weekend, and I've got fun stuff to report!

Thursday was the first full day of break, and it was spent almost entirely with the marching band. I woke up about half an hour late (again) to a distressed call from my section captain and close fraternity brother, Dave. I got there in time for the sound-check in the stadium, which consisted of standing in place while the sound technician got things set up for the band, Liquid Pleasure, that we were backing up at half-time.

Afterwards, my buddy Schmitty came over and helped me loft my bed. We put the mattress just as high as it would go! See, I hope to counter my oversleeping problem by hiding my bed from myself. I rearranged my desk and drums and other stuff in a very space-efficient way. I also discovered how to plug my amp directly into my computer for recording purposes... do you see as much potential as I do?!? Exciting things to come.

After that I went to the football game, which went fine. ESPN was filming the game and I almost (did) missed a step-off watching the spider-like Skycam gizmo zip over my head! The half-time show was pretty cool, we hosted the Chapel-Hill rooted band Liquid Pleasure. They're a party band that's made it pretty big along the East Coast, and have been around for almost thirty years. They did vocals while we played the rest, and it was a pretty good show. They came out in Carolina Blue sequin coats, which was simultaneously awesome and comical! Oh yeah, and there was football there, too. It was a really good game... for the other team. I don't really know first hand what happened because - let's face it - I'm only there for the band! Yeah.

The next day (Friday) my bed proved successful, as I forgot to turn off my 8:00 alarm: I stayed up since getting back in bed would be more effort than it was worth. I had a nice, uneventful day... I went to Ye Olde Waffle Shoppe, a place I'd wanted to go for a long time with another RA, Anish. I went to the gym for like the third time in my life ever with Bruce, after which we met up with Noah and a guy I hadn't met before to eat at [B]Ski's, where I proceeded to make lame jokes to the waitress.

Mom picked me up that night and we checked into a hotel in Raleigh. We were going to go camping, but the weather was just too depressing for that. Today (by which I mean Saturday) we spent the day at the NC Museum of Natural Science, which was AWESOME!! I LOVE going to museums with Mom, we're both as nerdy as a high-school science teacher and her offspring!
Oh wait...


CROSASAURUS REX ATTACK, AAAGGHHHH!!!!!

Before we went to the Museum, we went to this awesome place called Big Ed's, where I drank a bit too much coffee (it was sooo good!) At the museum this made my tics rather strong. I was a little nervous with all the little kids around for two reasons; either a rare coprolalic outburst would create a very awkward situation, or - more likely - I would whack one of them in the face with my audio-tour! No worries though, the angst of the TS was far outweighed by the sheer magnitude of visiting a huge science museum with Mom! Did I mention she's a high-school science teacher?

After the museum, we decided to go relive a bit of my childhood by going to see Where the Wild Things Are (spoilers ahead). It started out fine, by showing a harsh reality that the protagonist (Max) lived in. There was perhaps a bit too much with this reality - a stressed out single mother with a boyfriend who didn't know when to keep out of a tense family moment, an apathetic sister hanging out with like, four dudes... yeah. So whatever, I was waiting for the good part where he hangs out with all the Wild Things. After a terrifying (yet clearly imagined) boat-trip to the island, Max encounters a group of Wild Things who are frustrated with their current situation. They make him his king, everything seems close to the book, and I'm getting excited with this real-life rendition of happy childhood memories. Unfortunately it took a really dark turn and instead of being an imaginative escapist delight, it became a chilling reminder that human faults and imperfections are inescapable, even in one's own imagination. The book ended with things wrapping up in a positive ending, but the movie ended with things in a pile of depressing loose ends. After the movie, Mom and I went to Borders to read the real book again and restore my childhood.

So after our adventures in Raleigh, mom and I took a trip by the Food Lion to get some ice cream (which we devoured at the hotel) and now she's asleep and I'm blogging. Tomorrow we're planning on going to a state park or something along those lines to make some of the camping food that she brought but that we ended up not using. I'm really happy now, things are going well.

Thanks for reading!
Me

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

My Tourette's History, Part I

So let me tell you the background story.

Most children tend to develop Tourette Syndrome gradually in early life; could be anywhere around 3-10 years old, give or take. I, however, developed it suddenly at the age of sixteen. I remember the day pretty well; it was March 16, 2007, and I had just gotten over the flu that had been going around the school just a week before. I came back to Mr. Ross's third period pre-Calculus class after lunch this particular Friday, and and when I sat down and laid my hands on the desk, my right hand seemed to swat an imaginary fly, as if it had a mind of it's own. I remember staring at my hand, wondering how to react: "What just happened? Did anyone else see that? Why did that happen?" After sifting through various questions, my mind settled on one that best fit the scenario: "Did I do that on purpose?"

Throughout the rest of class, similar twitches kept appearing in unpredictable places. My feet would kick and my hands would swat at nothing in particular; even my nose wrinkled up a few times. I remember experimenting with them, trying to see how much they were caused by voluntary thoughts or some involuntary force. It seems that the line between the voluntary and the involuntary is not so clearly defined...

When I went to 4th period Music Theory, I decided it was time to say something to somebody. We had a test that day... I was going to try to take it, but my knees wouldn't stop awkwardly wobbling together and my back kept jerking straight up. Don't forget, these are large movements we're talking about here. My back was jerking so hard I had to stop writing each time it happened! Mr. Talley (a wonderful guy and band director) drove me the short distance to my mom's classroom (she taught Chemistry at my high school).

My mom is funny, always finishing "that last e-mail" for a rediculously long time. I remember walking into her classroom and saying "Mom, I'm twitching I think I may need to go to the doctor."
"Mkay Bunchie, let me finish this email," she replied without looking up from her computer.
"Okay, Mom."
(pause)
"Mike, will stop tapping your foot?"
"No Mom, that's the problem."
I remember the look of shock on her face when she realize the weight of the situation. She immediately shut down her computer and rushed me to the Emergency Room.

(To be continued)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Awesome Recording Studio

Ben and I in the recording studio

So my aunt and cousin came along with my mom to visit me this week . My aunt (Jean) and cousin (Ben) are from Cincinnati, OH so it was really awesome that they came. Ben is 15 years old and he and I are good buds. So anyways, our moms rented out this guest house type thing near Jordan lake.

Me doing my best to keep a pitch and remember the words!

Little did they know at the time that the guest house that they rented was half-house half-recording studio! After we talked to the guy who owned the place and he found out we were both musicians, he left the studio unlocked for us to play around with whenever we want. It was stocked with a full drumset, a grand piano, a double-keyboard set up, a Fender Stratocaster and a few mics. Ben sat down at the drums and I grabbed the Strat and we had a rockin good time. We played things like Hotel California and Mad World as well as random stuff we made up on the spot. We didn't actually record anything, we just played the instruments and had a good time.


Ben rockin' out on the drums