For no apparent reason I get very excited when I hear ‘R’s being rolled. This excitement hit record levels today when for the first time I rolled my own ‘R’. I overreacted in a huge way and hurled myself off the sofa before bouncing erratically on my knees, squealing with glee.…

Last week I wrote about the loss of my ‘”Biscuit” tic which was suddenly and mysteriously replaced by “Hedgehog”. Over the last week “Hedgehog” has receded a little and I’ve ticced “Biscuit” again a few times, although not nearly as often as before.…

It’s Halloween and half-term, and that means it’s been a long but lovely day at work. In the afternoon at our Adventure Playground, the children gathered in a circle for juice and biscuits. I led a spooky game which was given an added twist by my tics.…

I’ve just read an interesting article in the New Scientist about some research into an aspect of Tourettes that’s very familiar to me. Researchers at the Heinrich Heine University in Düsseldorf have been able to simulate an element of Tourettes called echopraxia in people who don’t have the condition.…

If my tics get over-excited about anything, it’s lists. I don’t know what it is about them, but given the slightest opportunity to reel off an array of thoughts and ideas, my tics take over and chaos ensues.

This can cause trouble when I’m genuinely trying to make a list of things at work or to give directions to someone, but for me, it’s one of the most hilarious and unexpected features of having Tourettes.…

I’ve prematurely announced the end of my biscuit tic several times before. I might be doing so again now, but as I reach 24 hours with only a handful of biscuits, it seems like maybe this time it’s really gone!

But although I’m not saying, ‘Biscuit’ sixteen times a minute I’ve certainly not gone quiet.…

I’ve just finished watching Channel 4’s documentary ‘The Town That Got Tourettes’. It was about a group of young people in Le Roy, a town in upstate New York who suddenly developed severe tics.

I first heard about this cluster of cases at the start of this year, following a flurry of media attention.…

This Sunday’s going to be my one-year Fit-iversary. For the last 363 days, at least twice a day, and often many more times, my tics have increased in intensity to the point where it looks like I’m having a seizure. I don’t lose consciousness, but my body contorts violently, I lose the ability to speak and people who aren’t familiar with what’s happening start to look worried.…

Every day I tweet a new verbal tic on Twitter, and every day I end up spending far too long deciding which one to choose. Fortunately my mischievous friend @ticbot doesn’t suffer from the same indecision as me.

Trying to make my outburst specific to the day is always a lengthy task and it’s one Leftwing Idiot finds quite irritating whenever he’s with me when I’m choosing.…

For reasons best known to my unusual neurology, every time I hear my phone beep to tell me I’ve got a new message I automatically say, “Fuck a sheep!”

Having Tourettes is an unpredictable business, and tics come and go, getting better or worse over time.…