Abilify, Tourette Syndrome and Me

Tourette Syndrome

I was diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome (TS) as a child. It was always manageable. I did well in school and was actively involved with music programs at church and school. At 17, my tics suddenly became severe and despite extensive testing, doctors were unable to figure out why.

An hour after my first dose

After months of waiting, I was treated by a top neurologist and was prescribed Abilify to help manage my tics. Only an hour after taking my first dose, I started experiencing anxiety that was so scary I already wanted to get off the drug. I had an ominous feeling not of this earth that something bad was going to happen. A voice in my head kept telling me I wasn’t going to get any sleep, so I developed a fear of insomnia. Despite my shock about the fact that a medication could be this horrible, my neurologist wasn’t at all concerned about my initial reaction, and told me that I needed to give it a chance to work. Since she didn’t give me any other viable options, my parents and I agreed I would stay on the medication.

After a week, I started noticing bizarre changes to my tics. I started experiencing tormenting tics that no longer had the usual sense of satisfaction afterwards. No matter how much I would tic, it didn’t satisfy the urge. What made these “new tics” even more uncomfortable is that they felt like they were only “half” coming out, which isn’t normal for TS and I had never experienced before.

My neurologist didn’t recognize this as serious. At the time, my family and I trusted her judgment. I thought the medication was only half suppressing my tics because I was taking a low dose. The neurologist’s solution was to raise the dose. Although this did help these uncomfortable changes go away at first, the mental torment progressed. I wish the neurologist had listened more closely to what I was telling her and picked up on the fact that something was terribly wrong.

Tormenting improvement

The drug had basically given me “tormenting improvement” and that should have been a sign that no real improvement was being made. I couldn’t leave my house and my quality of life in many ways was even worse.

I began to experience visual hallucinations that frightened me because of how realistic they were. Every night I would see bright flickering strobe lights that lit up the whole room. My neurologist didn’t see any problems with this, and informed me that this was “simply my brain adjusting to the new medication.” She was completely wrong, because my hallucinations only got worse from there. Years later, I still experience serious hallucinations, sometimes on a daily basis. I see faces in the carpet, I have seen a demon that looks like the grim reaper lurking in my doorway, and I see photos on the wall change to have satanic faces. I have even seen my private parts fly out of my pants, through the air, and go crashing out the window. It is absolutely embarrassing and bizarre that a medication has a side effect like this!

I developed severe restlessness that forced me to pace constantly, and at certain times, I was even unable to sit and eat at the table with my family due to extreme anxiety. I developed a severe loss of interest in everything. Even with my tics now being suppressed, I still couldn’t sit and play the piano. I literally lost my ability to experience pleasure. Every day I woke up with an intense dread of having to face the day. I had such severe exhaustion as if I had never even slept. There were times I felt too exhausted to even breathe and I had to crawl on the floor because I was unable to stand up. My parents didn’t realize what this was at the time because my extreme exhaustion presented itself as if I was drowsy and sedated from the medication. When I tried to do Yoga, the longest I was able to hold a pose was a few seconds. I developed hand and full body tremors and other involuntary movements such as my leg kicking by itself.

The fear drug

I nicknamed Abilify “the fear drug,” because of the unbelievably severe and debilitating anxiety side effects I developed all throughout the treatment. From the very moment I got on Abilify, I lived my life in constant fear of everything, even my little dog and air! I would become paralyzed with fear even when I walked outside to get the mail. My teeth were constantly chattering even when I wasn’t cold. Every evening, all I could do was lie on the floor and shiver and tremble convulsively. My life on medication was nothing more than one big panic attack, and it would literally take me a whole week to recover from the trauma of leaving my house, even to simply see my doctors. Abilify put so many thoughts, fears and feelings into my head about Satan, hell and torment. My dreams were made as much of a nightmare as my reality, giving me no escape. It blurred the lines between dreams and reality, I often questioned whether I was actually sleeping or awake.

I found the treatment to have a complete “dog chasing its tail” effect the entire time. Abilify would help with my tics, only to very quickly replace them with anxiety that was as severe as the original symptoms being treated, which in turn aggravated the tics to bring them right back again.

One of the most concerning side effects I experienced all throughout treatment was very bizarre breathing problems. I was forced to constantly think about my breathing. My lungs felt as if they were no longer “automatic” and had become “manual.” It felt as if my lungs had stopped breathing on their own and I had to constantly control my breathing to keep myself alive! The torment from this aggravated all my other symptoms, and the distraction it caused me made it extremely difficult to even function.

Most of my side effects locked me inside a hell that only I could see, and since I could not tell others of my suffering, I simply suffered in silence. To everyone around me, I looked far healthier than I really was. At the time, I was so delusional, I actually believed I was having minimal side effects and lost my ability to recognize that the drug was hurting me.

Tough it out

Abilify caused me such severe anxiety that in order to stay on it, my doctor added an SSRI to counteract the side effects. The SSRI wasn’t helping near enough and my doctor wanted to keep raising the dose, but my family and I decided against it because I had severe headaches that felt as if my head was going to crack open. It only further aggravated my restlessness and even more alarming was the fact that I was now developing obsessive compulsive behavior such as touching rituals.

My doctor’s answer to any concern I ever had when reporting side effects was almost always “to tough it out” and that “the side effects will eventually level off.” There was one time she even said this while I was experiencing life threatening reactions from another medication such as severe nausea and vomiting where I was unable to keep a sip of water down. It got to the point where my mother was literally embarrassed to report back to me how the neurologist was answering our concerns about the medication in her email responses.

Before treatment, I was one of the few patients with TS to not have any of the co-morbid conditions, which is usually referred to as TS only. Because of medication, I went from being one of the few without OCD to developing one of the most severe cases imaginable! Medication has caused me the “OCD on steroids.” Because of my drug-induced OCD, my life consists of one compulsion after another, many of which do not make any sense. It can take me hours to be able to complete even the simplest of tasks. I cannot just enter or leave a room, lie down to go to sleep, etc. without activating countless compulsions which I need to perform. I have lost all self-control and I am forced to give in to every single compulsion, no matter how much I try to fight it.

I also developed a severe case of ADHD. I was a 4.0 student and now it can take me an hour to write a simple sentence or process new information. I space out and am so easily distracted that I have to listen to things several times because I miss half of the information. My memory has been greatly affected because at times I can’t remember anything. Abilify was supposed to help me get through school by suppressing my tics, but quickly deserved its purpose by interfering with my learning abilities. I wish my neurologist would have been more concerned about the development of my new co-morbid conditions while on the medication. She realized how it was “sacred” for me to have TS only, and she so easily let the medications ruin that for me.

A little bumpy

After over a year of drug therapy, my family and I decided I needed to discontinue all the medications since they weren’t helping. My neurologist agreed and I got off each medication slowly. Our only preparation was that she told us it might be “a little bumpy.”

A nightmare began to unfold. The side effects got worse as I got off the medication and I began experiencing the withdrawal symptoms. I became a completely different person totally unrecognizable to my parents. I was suicidal, homicidal and paranoid delusional and remained that way for over 4 months. My parents had to watch me 24/7. When they turned to the medical community for help, the doctors’ only solution was to put me in an institution and medicate me further. My parents refused to do this to me since they loved me and now realized it was the medication doing this to me; so we toughed it out as a family.

Years later, I still have all the side effects of medication. Even the mildest of side effects, including dilated pupils, are still so prominent. It’s very important to note that I’m now off all medication and have been for a few years. Sadly, I develop new side effects on a daily basis. I have a wide variety of new involuntary movements such as: my torso twists, my back arches backwards, my mouth takes loud dramatic gasps of air, my eyes rapidly shake back and forth and my muscles slide out of place! Many of these occur at the same time as some of my tics.

I’m the expert in me

A lot of the ways that I am able to distinguish between my tics and Tardive Dyskinesia involve aspects of the movements that only I can experience. The tics feel like you’re doing them to yourself compared to Tardive Dyskinesia which feels more involuntary. For example, I developed neck movements, including one where my neck thrusts back by itself. I brought it to my neurologist’s attention, but she was not concerned because she thought it was normal for TS and simply dismissed it as being a tic. But I’ve had neck tics before and this did not feel like a neck tic. The neck movement had some aspects to it that are not normal for TS including how the actual movement itself was painful.

Even my original TS progressed, not only in severity, but also many new tics I never had before medication. What is really upsetting is the fact I now have severe Coprolalia, and never swore in any way or form prior to medication.

The biggest concern of all is how my mental health has been left in absolute ruins. I have such severe emotional symptoms that there are times when I have been unable to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom without hysterical crying, screaming at the top of my lungs and violence that I did not have whatsoever before medication. My mental health since medication has drastically changed and is not at all normal for TS.

With everything being so different, it is hard to imagine why my neurologist didn’t pick up on any of this. I experience countless emotions and feelings that include: depression, anger, jealousy, hatred, disgust, happiness, calmness, indignant, paranoia and euphoria, none of which are my own.

I now have constant voices in my head that never stop talking. The voices often “fuse” together with my new tics and compulsions creating hybrid illnesses. Medication has transformed my regular urges to tic into voices that now order me to move my body. For this reason and others, my TS is now more of a mental illness than it is a movement disorder. I now spend all my days pacing around the house talking to the voices in my head. To this day, I stand to eat and sleep on the floor and I am unable to leave my house.

Not too long ago, my mother told my neurologist that I was still severely disabled. My neurologist seemed surprised. Had it not been for my family’s love and support, perseverance and research about medication, we still to this day would have no idea the medications are to blame, because my neurologist barely told us anything about their safety and did not listen to any of our concerns throughout my entire treatment and thereafter.


Honey Crop Grief

The six things no one ever tells you about miscarriage

I have two beautiful daughters, but I don’t mind telling people that I’ve had not two, but four pregnancies to get the family I have today. Sure, sometimes people recoil in horror when I tell them, or at the very least, shift uncomfortably in their seats but that’s precisely the reason I’m so vocal about it. Maybe if more of us speak up about the loss of our babies, eventually the reactions (and subsequent dialogue) will change? God I hope so.

Statistics tell us one in four pregnancies will end in miscarriage, but experts say even this figure is a conservative estimate. “This rate could be as high as 50 percent,” admits obstetrician and gynaecologist Dr David Kowalski. “But sometimes the miscarriage occurs so early that the woman may not have even been aware that she was pregnant in the first place.” Statistics I could work with when I was sitting at the hospital clutching my ‘thanks for playing’ show-bag, but the following information? Well that’s something I could have done with. Hell, they’re facts we can ALL do with.

1. You almost certainly did not cause the miscarriage

Was it the brie I accidentally ate, or the fumes from our kitchen renovation? Night after night, I lay awake driving myself crazy as I played the blame game but the truth is there’s very little you can do to cause a miscarriage. “You need to remember that there are women all around the world who are firefighters, drug addicts or working for the Taliban who have no issues with their pregnancies whatsoever,” says Dr Kowalski. The simple truth of the matter is that the vast majority of miscarriages occur due to either embryonic abnormalities or implantation problems – two things you have absolutely no influence over.

2. No two miscarriages are ever the same

Screaming for more morphine at the hospital, I remember thinking two things: how can you lose so much blood and continue to live, and how much pain can the human body endure and yes, continue to live. My experience was agony (thanks for nothing Hollywood with your portrayals of a slight trickle and subtle cramping), but everyone’s miscarriage will be as unique as they are as individuals. “What you feel depends on how far along in the pregnancy you were,” reveals Dr Kowalski. “A pregnancy that ends at 13 weeks is always going to be more painful than one that ends at four weeks.”

I received what I like to call ‘the show-bag of death’ before I was discharged from the hospital but I found its ‘why have a baby when you can have these chocolates instead?’ content depressing. That said, I know of other women who found their own show-bags somewhat comforting. Go figure.

3. Medical professionals can have a (shocking) way with words

One minute my babies had names and futures, and the next they were being referred to by my then-obstetrician as ‘conception waste’ or ‘product of conception’ – a way of speaking which only served to further traumatise me.

Dr Kowalski is at pains to point out he’s never spoken to his patients in this way, but concedes such terminology among his peers is all-too-common. “Medical jargon when it comes to this field has always been quite misogynistic (he points to terms such as ‘confinement’ and ‘failure to progress’ as examples) and often these terms have been established as a way to distance yourself from any emotional connect.”

There’s nothing you can do to instill sensitivity in others, but you can vote with your feet for your next pregnancy. “Ultimately you want to be supported by a doctor who can say to you, “So what if everyone else says you can have another baby? You wanted that baby and I can understand that.”

4. When it comes to grief, everything is normal

Just as the physical process of miscarriage varies between women, so too does the emotional. Some may leave hospital and try to pretend it never happened, others may name their babies and hold a funeral service. Me? I liked to punch pillows and glare at happy mothers walking past with their equally happy babies as I angrily prayed for the sun to drown us all. Each of these reactions (plus every other one you can think of) is normal, says Dr Kowalski. “Anger, grief, hopelessness and denial are all common feelings, but what’s important is that no matter which one it is you’re feeling, that you are being supported by a loved one.”

5. You can make changes to help influence the outcome next time

When it came time to try for my now-three-year-old Ivy, I left Dr ‘Conception waste’ and found an obstetrician who was willing to take my concerns (and high levels of anxiety) seriously – and you should too. “A good obstetrician will monitor you closely, whether it’s checking the baby’s heartbeat each week, or prescribing medication that can help decrease your chance of a miscarriage – particularly in high-risk pregnancies,” says Dr Kowalski, who adds that you should request the same kind of support at home. “If at any point you feel unsupported, that’s because you areunsupported so speak to your doctor or counselor about getting additional help during your next pregnancy.”

6. And lastly, you will never be the same person again

The most vivid conversation I had with my grief counselor was when she hugged me and told me to also take the time to grieve for the person I once was. “You’ll never be the same person again,” she told me as I cried all over her shoulder. “A version of, yes, but the same? Never.”

She was right in many different ways. My grief robbed me of my naivety and took away any joy I could have experienced throughout my pregnancy with Ivy (every day, every hour was emotional agony). I still have days when I get angry, sad, or feel puzzled that the world hasn’t stopped turning, but there have also been unexpected positives too. Having experienced the loss of two babies, I went into motherhood with Ivy a much kinder, patient and forgiving mother. Losing my babies may never get easier, but I’m comforted by the knowledge that their very short lives moved mountains. Hope is out there.


Portrait of a cheerful girl and boy hugging fun in outdoor

Things Autism Siblings Know to Be True…And What Parents Can Do to Help

If a member of your family is on the autism spectrum, it will affect you in some way, regardless of what your role is. We often talk about how parents are affected, what they can do to help their child, and how to alleviate some of their own stress. That’s because parents are probably the ones most affected by their children’s autism (other than the ASD children themselves, obviously). However, in focusing so hard on the parents, we often leave one important group out of the picture: neurotypical siblings.

While our pool of research on them is fairly limited, there are some things we do know and have noticed about this group. And we want to shine a light on them—celebrate the awesome things, acknowledge the difficulties they may face, and highlight ways that parents can mitigate some of the difficulties.

So to all the neurotypical siblings of people with autism, this one is for you.

Hispanic brothers hugging with football


If you’re the neurotypical sibling of a person with autism, you probably have a ton of cool aspects to your personality, behavior, and overall disposition.

For instance, autism siblings tend to be fantastic kids. Having a family member on the spectrum isn’t always easy, and it can often be very stressful for the entire household. But for many autism siblings, this stress doesn’t affect them in the same way it affects kids in other situations; kids in other situations may engage in risky behaviors or cause trouble. But autism siblings are often the exact opposite of that! They tend to be dedicated and caring, and many of them grow up to obtain careers dedicated toward helping people, like nursing or therapy.

Stephanie Morales, a thirteen-year-old with a brother and a cousin on the spectrum, is one of these individuals—she wants to be an O.T. or speech therapist when she grows up. “[Being an autism sibling and cousin] has opened my eyes to seeing that they really need people that understand them and their needs,” she says.

Going along with that, autism siblings are often incredibly self-sacrificing—sometimes to the point where they neglect their own wellbeing. And many of them expect absolutely nothing for the help they give. This is probably because they’re used to pitching in and helping their parents handle challenging situations, whether that means working directly with their brother or sister, or completing other tasks while their parents devote their attention to the other child. That’s really cool. Just remember to stay balanced, autism siblings; you can’t do everything, and you need to take some time for yourself every once in a while!

Perhaps some of the coolest aspects about many autism siblings, however, is their passion, loyalty, and devotion toward their brother or sister. If anyone bullies or messes with their brother or sister? Well, they’d better watch out because their siblings are NOT standing for it! One autism sister, Marissa, can personally vouch for that. In an NPR article, she recalls how she went after a bully who had thrown a rock at her brother, Andrew. “I smacked him across the face and he was cornered, and my face I’m sure was beet-red, and I was like, ‘Just do it again and I’ll punch you right in your mouth,’” she explained. “I was mad because no one can beat up my brother except me.”

Little siblings

Needless to say, autism siblings are very protective—not only toward their sibling, but also toward others who are a little different. They tend to be more cognizant of differences in other people, and therefore more compassionate. Many autism siblings are also passionate anti-bullying advocates—people the world desperately needs.



She has Trichotillomania and is bald. Boy grows out hair for 2 years so he can make a wig for her


Most 10-year-old boys normally invest their time in video games, sports and other hobbies that catch their interest. They often do what brings them enjoyment. For the past 2 years, 10-year-old Tyler Boone has been growing his hair out to make a wig for his friend, 12-year-old Gabby Ruiz. During the process of this selfless gift, he has learned to ignore bullies and countless comments that have mistaken him for a girl.

With a smile, Tyler told ABC News, “I’m used to it now… I just want to make her happy.” After meeting years ago, the two have shared a friendship despite living a hundred miles apart.

When Gabby was 4-years-old, she was diagnosed with Trichotillomania, a hair loss disorder where the immune system attacks the hair follicles. Over the years, she has tried a variety of treatments but has not been able to grow her hair. So when Tyler met Gabby, he decided to grow his hair for her.


On Thursday December 29th, the duo and their families met at the JCPenney’s store in Florida’s Westfield Brandon Mall. There, the two shared endless amounts of laughter during their photoshoot before the big haircut they all had been waiting for. Gabby personally cut 12 inches of Tyler’s hair. The photographer captured the before, after and all the wonderful moments in between. The hair will be donated to Children with Hair Loss, a nonprofit organization that will make a wig just for Gabby.


Gabby and Tyler have set the standards of what the essence of a friendship should be – selfless effort, love and lots of laughter. “He’s a great person and he’s amazing,” Gabby shared with WFTS.

After Tyler’s big hair cut, he got a new buzz-cut at a salon inside the mall. A wonderful new haircut just in time for the new years! He’s a handsome kid with a giant heart, the best combination.

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