Speaking Out on Tardive Dyskinesia: My Journey and Why Yours Matters Too

I was oblivious to my movement disorder until it became undeniable. Initially, it presented as a minor tremor in my fingers and a fleeting facial twitch, easily dismissed as anxiety or fatigue. However, scrutiny from friends and strangers ignited my realization, culminating in my mother's candid intervention. Her urgent insistence led to a pivotal consultation, highlighting the overlooked connection between my symptoms and tardive dyskinesia. This challenging journey underscores a troubling reality: many in the Black community suffer unnoticed and underdiagnosed. Seeking help can transform lives.