Having Pd is like being a a weaver who has run out of wool, you just keep reweaving the old stuff, trying to keep it all together, but knowing that each day some part of you is weaker than before.

Having Pd and dyskinesia is like watching the performance of a street performer, but the performer is you.

Trying to keep your cool is impossible when your tremors erupt each time you are nervous and you have to ask for help to get them stopped.

Having PD is like walking through thick gelatin or muck, up to your armpits. Just the movement of a few yards can leave you in painful exhaustion.

Having PD robs you of self worth, for the words that used to be your friend now lay twisted in your mouth or caught in the cobwebs of your brain, making you appear brainless. You feel as though your intellect slides out with each forgotten name and detail.

Kathy, dx with parkinsonism