It’s true that my tics can make things very difficult but on balance I think they make my days more interesting.

To test this theory I thought about what I did today and what my tics added to each activity. Here’s a brief summary:

I‘ll let you draw your own conclusions about whether or not the day was improved by my tics.…

I settled into bed last night chatting happily as usual to the lamp-post I can see from my window. Then, as I lay down, I spotted something else familiar and my tics responded immediately.

“Oh there you are cartoon star.”
“Where’ve you been cartoon star?”…

A few days ago I heard about an article in the Journal of Neurology, Neurosurgery and Psychiatry and it was something I was very pleased to read.

The piece was reporting on a study carried out at St George’s Hospital in London into the ‘distinct bouts of severe, continuous, non–suppressible and disabling tics’ experienced by some people with Tourettes.…

I woke up to a ‘ticcing fit’ at 4.00am yesterday morning, and for several hours afterwards I struggled to get back to sleep. But I was still awake when the birds started chirping, and inevitably, my tics had something to say about it:

“Birds, I can hear your cockney accents.”…

Thanks to Access to Work I’m able to take a cab to and from work every day. This is a longstanding, routine part of my working week and it’s usually pretty uneventful.

But this morning was a different story. For a start the cab waiting outside the castle for Leftwing Idiot and me wasn’t a car at all, it was a giant grey van with a sliding door and several rows of seats inside.…

You may remember some months ago I offered you my Thought for the Day. Rather than talking from a faith perspective I chose to share my thoughts from a tic perspective. You can listen to the results below:

[soundcloud url=”https://soundcloud.com/touretteshero/thought-for-the-day”…

I’ve written before about a local art shop that I can only access by going through the goods entrance because of the steps up to the main entrance . Poppy and I went there earlier today and we’re now painfully aware that entering by this route is not only undesirable, it’s also very dangerous.…

Leftwing Idiot and I are hanging out at the castle – he’s watching TV while I write this post.

Earlier he made us a delicious dinner – a stew packed with fresh vegetables. Towards the end of the meal I started feeling surging sensations rippling up from the base of my spine.…

Last night I started looking at my plans for Christmas and the New Year, and it kept me up much later than I’d planned. I was working out whether I’m going to be able to afford to take my annual leave.…

Like my other support workers, Leftwing Idiot uses my tics as a sort of sonic signal that I’m all right and not having a ‘ticcing fit’.

The other morning I was working in my bedroom and he was in the next room.…