I had a lovely lunch with my work colleagues yesterday at our favourite café. It was cold so I ordered a jacket potato with cheese and beans.

It arrived quickly, looking totally delicious, but before my support worker Aytan could help cut it up I ticced:

“Fist-bump a potato!”…

Now we’re in December I can feel the world around me getting Christmassy. Poppy’s recently moved in with Leftwing Idiot and they’ve just put their tree up. My mum’s made me an incredible advent calendar which I’m enjoying each morning, and preparations are well under way at work for our big end-of-year party.…

Today is International Disabled People’s Day (well, actually it’s called: International Day of Persons with Disabilities, formerly known as International Day of Disabled Persons), a UN-initiated day of awareness around disability issues.

A couple of years ago comedian Mark Thomas challenged himself to do 100 acts of minor dissent over the course of a year.…

I’ve always been sensitive to touch. As a child I often used to wear my socks inside out so I couldn’t feel the seams. I didn’t like anything round my neck or wrists, and I found it impossible to ignore tickly clothing labels.…

As soon as I woke this morning I said “Good morning, December”, quickly followed by “You’re the travelator to Christmas.”

November’s only been gone for a few hours, but there’s no doubt that things are getting festive. Across the land doors on advent calendars are opening, emotive adverts are jostling for space between TV shows, thousands of Christmas trees are loitering on street corners looking for a home – and my #dailyoutburst has became a #festiveoutburst – look out for seasonal tics right up to the big day.…

When my overnight support worker Ruth woke up this morning she put the heating on because the castle was a bit chilly.

When my carer Catherina arrived a little later she said how cold it was outside.

And Sophie, who I’ve been hanging out with all day, complained that her hand had frozen within just a few moments of using her phone outside.…

When I was in my room earlier, Bunny, who’d stayed over last night, made a passing reference to my ‘weird leg mirror’.

It took me a minute understand, but as soon as I did it made me laugh.

I’ve got a large mirror that leans up against the wall in my room.…

I woke in a reflective mood this morning. The incident I’d witnessed yesterday was still on my mind and I’d also had an argument with Leftwing Idiot on the phone last night that left me feeling upset.

Strangely I felt reassured by the sadness, or more specifically, by my reaction to it.…

After I another continuity shift for E4 this evening my support worker Fran and I found ourselves in Shepherds Bush, outside Westfield Shopping centre, at rush hour on Black Friday. The traffic was at a standstill so we had to walk some distance to where our cab home was waiting.…

Over the last few weeks I’ve seen several posts on Facebook that have made me sad. They’ve been from people who have Tourettes themselves, or have a child with the condition, and they’ve related to comments or reactions from their friends and family.…