About CMT Blog

What this blog is

Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT) disease is the most common family of inherited peripheral neuropathies, and one of the least understood by the public. If it’s new to you, start with What Is CMT?

I write about the research: what new studies actually show, how CMT is diagnosed and classified, and why its nineteenth-century name and numbered types are being rethought and replaced today.

I write about the lived reality: pain, mobility loss, mental health, social and family issues, disability, accessibility, and the everyday practicalities that research organizations and charities rarely talk about. I write from Canada, for Canadians as much as anyone, and I keep a list of Canadian CMT resources.

Who I am

My name is Dan, and I live in Edmonton, Alberta. I grew up and lived most of my life in the United States and one of its Pacific territories before moving to Canada in 2016. As a teenager living in northern New Jersey, the major stereotypical foot, leg, and ankle deformities associated with many neuromuscular diseases emerged, but I didn’t get a diagnosis or any direction on how to get one. I didn’t know about or understand the broad neurological causal mechanism. I was advised there was nothing to be done except for major reconstructive surgery, which I should avoid until things got bad enough in the future to justify the risks and tradeoffs. I’m nearing that point in my life now.

I was finally clinically diagnosed under the older taxonomy with CMT2 (“axonal”) in my 40s, in Edmonton. Due to the combination of unsupportive family members, not being rich or even comfortably middle class, and the lack of a public health system in the States, I never had a standard neurological assessment until I moved to Canada. More recently, I’ve learned that whatever it is I’ve got, by any name, doesn’t match any known genetic issue, unless it’s my own unique variants.

My diagnostic journey

It’s a strange but not terribly uncommon thing for people my age with a disability like this — I never knew “what was wrong with me” until I was in my early 40s. I tried to ignore it from my teens onward, but I always felt as if the lower half of my body was 10 to 15 years older than the rest. The worst part is the significant foot, ankle, and leg deformities, along with the mostly inert muscle that can’t be recruited by the nerves. When my partner came across foot photos like these shared by people with CMT on Facebook in the 2010s, we finally matched the symptoms to a likely cause. I didn’t understand it was a neurological problem until then.

Since then, I’ve learned that going undiagnosed is common, probably because of social stigma more than anything else. Lack of access to care is part of the story too. When I lived in the United States, my family and I rarely had health insurance and never had good coverage. That was partly the lack of public health care in the US, and partly the cultures my partner and I grew up in. Our families encouraged denial of pain, denial of need, and certainly disability — especially for men. They were frugal to a fault. As a young man, I was told by the dominant women of my family that I didn’t have a problem, and that deformities serious enough for doctors to recommend orthopaedic surgery for (a complete ankle-foot rebuild) were merely a case of “hammer toes.” When everyone is gaslighting you and themselves, it’s not easy to escape that.

My parents and grandparents, who might have had milder symptoms, are no longer living and never would have opened up to genetic testing or probing questions. They were also people, and people lie, even to themselves. It wouldn’t surprise me if others in my family had CMT-like symptoms and hid them. Family denial about my own symptoms was strong enough that even I couldn’t believe in them, though I could feel them. We called what I had “high arches.” (It is more than high arches.) But then again, I could be a one-off with a non-genetic or non-inherited disease.

As a teenager, I was pushed to compete in track and cross-country, and even to pursue a military career, despite the pain, stiffness, visible muscle loss, and deformities in my feet and ankles. An army doctor broke through the denial in my early 20s by pointing out that my toes don’t touch the ground. At least I could quit running then, but I never felt I could non-apologetically explain myself to others without rolling up my pants and exposing my feet. I generally chose to let people assume all was well and stayed in the closet, so to speak.

Later, I was pushed into running again by my partner, and it was torturous. I found fitness groups hard to deal with because no one could see what was going on as my balance got worse, my knees started buckling on slopes and stairs, and my hips and back started objecting to the extra work of carrying my semi-crippled lower legs. An off-kilter ankle and feet that didn’t make much contact with the ground weren’t helping either.

I was clinically diagnosed with an axonal or “mixed” type of CMT under the old classifications, with no clear subtype. Genetic testing since then hasn’t matched any known CMT gene. My own reading of the research led me to prefer descriptive terms like Hereditary Motor and Sensory Neuropathy (HMSN), and these days I often just say “NMD” (neuromuscular disease) or “CMT/NMD,” as Muscular Dystrophy Canada does. That came well after I started and named this blog.

Not all inherited neuropathies are inherited from a parent. A new, de novo mutation can appear in one person and then be passed on. Without a broader family genetic analysis, it’s not possible to say for sure, but whatever I have seems not to be inherited, which is why it’s called “idiopathic.” (Cause unknown.) It wouldn’t shock me if a parent or grandparent lived and died hiding weakness and a stigmatized condition. Between economic depressions, wars, and hard immigration experiences, injuries and hidden pain were par for the course in my American family.

I still don’t really know “what is wrong with me.” The further I’ve gone with diagnosis and additional layers of comorbidity, the more I’ve realized how much isn’t known about CMT and related diseases. My genome is now in open research databases, so if anyone else with a matching neuromuscular disease turns up, we’ll learn something new.

How I write about CMT

I started writing about CMT in 2019, partly because the advocacy organizations were new to me and were publishing a lot of information I wanted to process and verify. That’s still the method: I link to primary sources, say when something is my opinion, and correct posts openly, with a dated note, when the evidence changes, or I get something wrong. If you spot an error, please tell me.

Sadly, a lot of what I learned trying to help out in the online CMT community space is that there’s a lot of dysfunction, disinformation, and counterproductive activity. Much of this is a disservice and actively harmful to people who have a neuromuscular disease or work in related fields professionally. And some of it is caused by them too.

I’m openly critical of the US-based charities that dominate CMT advocacy online, especially when their marketing and fundraising efforts crowd out the practical needs of people living with the disease now. Those critiques live in posts, where I can make a case for alternatives, mostly under the heading of “Culture and Resistance.”

Outside the Greater Toronto Area, I’ve found little knowledge of CMT in Canada, even among doctors, physiotherapists and orthotists, though that is changing slowly. If you’re in Alberta, the Calgary Neuropathy Association is a great group of people, many of whom live with CMT and other neuromuscular diseases. If you found this blog because you or someone in your family is dealing with CMT, you’re welcome to send me questions, stories or feedback.

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