Roll up, roll up! It’s time for another guest post by Dylan, AKA Goalie Boy.
Dylan is twelve and has Tourettes. In his second guest post he shares a recent adventure. Look out for more blogs from Dylan in the coming weeks.
Take it away Dylan…
I was in court last Friday (which is where my mum says I should be!). Fortunately it was only the Galleries of Justice museum in central Nottingham.
As we arrived we entered into a courtroom where the tour guide picked four people out of the audience to stage a trial. My Granddad was asked to play one of the convicted men…his crime? He had arranged a revolt against the government!
Apparently in the time that the case was meant to be set, the decision was made by the leader of the court rather than a jury. My Granddad was deported to Australia – he got off lightly as the other convicted men were executed … a slow painful hang.
The good news is that whilst he is in prison he can sell his hair (this could be a problem as he is low on hair!) and get basic items such as lighting, a hammock, and get his leg irons removed. I guessed that hammocks are useful so you don’t have to sleep or step in poo.
When I was being shown round I started to get tired, and my violent tics kicked in,and bearing in mind we were looking around a prison cell, lunging towards small children was not the best tic to have!
The strategy to get rid of violent tics goes something like this: before I start to tic I get a tingling in my spine. I then tell my mum to hold me and then I ask her to count, and she keeps counting until the urge passes as I push the urge down and out of my spine. Sometimes I give up after 40 as it hurts so much, but the shortest I have counted to is 4 (yay result!).
Granddad, mum, and I went to La Tasca (Granddad has a few weeks prior to being deported to Australia!) and I ordered meatballs and garlic bread and homemade chocolate vanilla ice cream (with a chocolate).
My tic of the week is “I am a monkey!” which I shouted all the way through town, including a very interesting trip to Primark…. Until next time…“I am a monkey!”.