Mariette RobijnYou bump into a friend, they ask how you’re doing, and snap – you burst into tears. You don’t want to cry. Not again. Because it always prompts the question: you’re still having a hard time coming to terms with it, aren’t you – isn’t there someone you can talk to, a psychologist or something?
Which wouldn’t be such a strange question, if only they’d ask it someone who is positively beaming at the very thought of having parkinson’s.