At times it feels like I am being punished by the big man in the sky.
Not content with sending epilepsy and ddh into my family it seems I have a new ailment to contend with. One that again doesn’t seem to have any cure.
Twin Boy has been cursed with the dreaded ants in your pants disease, he is at the worst end of the spectrum where they attack his rear end with warning and pretty much relentlessly.
The effect it is having on us is immense; we can’t go out for dinner as a family any more as his constant wiggling and yelps of pain mean we are often pointed at and cause other diners distraction.
Recently his condition got so bad he actually fell off his chair, in the library, and landed with a crash in a heap on the floor. We are no longer welcome in the book land anymore.
Other mothers eye me with suspicion as I walk along with my bending, fidgeting, hands in his pants son. I know they fear it is contagious but I want to shriek at them ‘its not, its not”. His twin manages to walk like a “normal” person, she doesn’t break into random star jumps at inopportune moments nor does she suddenly lurch forward into crowds as if a giant ant has suddenly bitten off part of her rump.
I feel so alone, living with this cruel disorder.
Does anyone else suffer with this disease too?