Chasing Water. Anthony Ervin

Chasing Water - Anthony Ervin


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happens toward the end of swim practice. That itchy feeling around my eye. It’s never happened before during practice. And this time, the tense feeling spreads downward. I can’t help but move my jaw as I wait on the wall. When I push off it stops. But when we get to the other wall it starts up again. Moving my jaw relieves the pressure. Like scratching an itch.

      But this itch doesn’t go away. The guys in my lane are looking at me funny. They can’t see the blinking because of my mirrored goggles, but they can see my jaw moving side to side. The itch gets stronger. Now it’s happening when I’m swimming. Just before the turn in the shallow side, my head jerks down during my side breath. Instead of gulping air, I swallow water.

      I stop at the wall, coughing, and scoot toward the lane line to make space for their flip turns. When I look up I see the coach walking toward me. She’s about to yell at me for stopping during a set. Then I see her expression change from mad to confused to worried. It’s hard to keep my eyes focused on her because they keep blinking and my head is twitching.

      When Mom shows up fifteen minutes later, I’m still standing in the shallow end. I didn’t get out of the pool. I would have had to take my goggles off and they would see my blinking. The others have already finished the workout. Some are staring at me from the pool deck and saying things to each other. Only me and three older girls are still in the water. One is hugging me and I’m crying and I don’t want to cry and it’s embarrassing but I can’t help it. And I can’t help my head from jerking. What’s wrong with me? I don’t know what’s happening.

      And then Mom rushes over and lifts me up out of the pool and she’s saying, “What’s wrong, Anthony? What’s wrong, Anthony?” and she looks scared, really scared.

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      Although the exact cause of Tourette’s isn’t known, recent findings suggest the condition can confer advantages as well as impediments. Tourette’s can result in increased attention to detail and heightened awareness. Neurologist Oliver Sacks has noted that, while Tourette’s is often destructive in its effects, it “can also be constructive, add speed and spontaneity, and a capacity for unusual and sometimes startling performance.” In timed neurological tests for motor coordination, children with Tourette’s were faster than their peers. In other neuropsychological studies, they showed higher cognitive control: all those childhood hours spent trying to suppress tics served as a form of mental training. One can only guess at how this cognitive advantage and nervy sensitivity might play out when applied to a complex and sensory-rich environment like water, where feel and proprioception—the awareness of one’s body movement and position—are so crucial.

      A 2014 20/20 piece exploring the possible relationship between Tourette’s and athletic excellence referenced two athletes. The first was the US soccer goalkeeper Tim Howard, whose performance in the 2014 World Cup was so impressive that Americans actually started watching soccer. The second athlete was Anthony Ervin.

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      The day after the pool incident, Anthony’s mother took him to the pediatrician, who suspected Tourette’s and referred him to a neurologist. After several visits that included sleep-pattern tests and a CAT scan to rule out a brain tumor, the neurologist diagnosed Anthony with Tourette’s. By now his blinking fits had escalated and would commence as soon as he woke up. Concerned about the stigma surrounding Tourette’s, Sherry asked that Anthony’s condition be listed in his school records as a “nonspecific neurological disorder.” As the family learned more about the condition, some of Anthony’s elementary school behaviors made more sense. Tourette’s is a complex struggle between the self and what feels like an outside force besieging it with physical and mental compulsions. This accounts for the variety of neurobehavioral conditions that can accompany Tourette’s like OCD and ADHD. Anthony exhibited tendencies of the former: washing his hands repeatedly; spending minutes on end before a mirror to make sure his hair’s part and curl were exact; lining up books in ascending order; grouping colors.

      His mother suspects that much of the waywardness during his early years could be attributed to “Anthony dealing with things neurologically that nobody realized.” And though vocal and physical tics tend to subside with age, the depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and mood swings that can accompany Tourette’s often persist through one’s adult life. Anthony’s cognitive ability in later years to train and race with the undistracted tunnel-like focus of a racehorse with blinders also had a destructive counterpart: a tendency to obsess single-mindedly over disaster scenarios and then paralyze with anxiety over a sense of impending calamity.

      A chronic but nondegenerative disease, Tourette’s has no cure, though it can be treated. Anthony was prescribed clonidine, a hypertension medication also effective in suppressing tics. They started him on a quarter of a pill. Five days later they increased the dosage to half a pill, but he was still subject to frequent blinking fits. Only when they increased the dose to a full pill did he wake up without blinking or twitching.

      Not until later in high school, at higher doses of medication, did the tics fully come under control. In junior high, he was still subject to convulsive episodes. But aside from excessive swearing during emotional moments (which he admits he often indulged in simply because he had the medical excuse), his tics were more physical than verbal. Ervin likens the experience of a Tourette’s fit to watching an online video with slow connectivity where the clip keeps pausing to buffer.

      Jackie recalls Anthony in junior high sitting on his bed, struggling to read: “It would take him forever to get through one page. His eyes would close, and he would lose track over and over again. It was heartbreaking.”

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