A mixtape for multiple sclerosis

A mixtape for multiple sclerosis

Wednesday 14 November 2018

The joker

Multiple sclerosis brings with it a whole host of entertaining* features.

Not enough danger in your life? Go out in your highest heels with your worst balance.

Want to feel like you’re studying Latin? Read Pot Noodle preparation instructions when you’re fatigued.

Need to experience more art? Wait for your next bout of optic neuritis and see the world like a Monet painting..

But one of the lesser known entertaining* features is that of the pseudobulbar affect or PBA.

This impressively-monikered symptom is also charmingly known as emotional incontinence and can take the form of involuntary crying, wild episodes of laughing or other highly emotional displays.


We might find ourselves weeping at something only moderately sad, laughing uncontrollably at something only vaguely amusing and in both cases being unable to stop ourselves.

Episodes may also be mood-incongruent: we might laugh uncontrollably when angry or frustrated, for example.

And most entertainingly*, sometimes the episodes may switch between emotional states, resulting in us crying uncontrollably when having sex.

Particularly tricky to explain away the first time you sleep with a new partner.

This particularly messy symptom of MS is caused by lesions occurring in the areas of the brain that govern emotional pathways.

It can be upsetting, frustrating and embarrassing and at present is treated through the use of off-label antidepressants.
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I don’t think I’ve experienced PBA yet. But to be honest, it’s hard to tell.

I’ve always been a bit emotional, so blubbing buckets at any number of those ‘help the children/animals/earthworms’ adverts is pretty much par-for-the-course for me.

Equally, laughing inappropriately when trying to be stern with my daughter or explain a serious situation is fairly standard behaviour and one that was there before my diagnosis.

Added to which, MS can be a pretty depressing and/or desperately hysterical condition on its own, never mind any sneaky lesions butting in, so how do I know?

It’s a difficult one.

I guess the only way I’m going to be able to tell for sure is if I suddenly start bursting into gales of uncontrollable mirth watching Mrs Brown's Boys.

Then I’ll know it’s definitely time for another MRI.




*by which I mean distressing


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