“What’s the worst that could happen if you stop hiding?”
If I was going to lead a successful life socially and professionally, Tourette Syndrome would not be in the conversation. I was so certain that if anyone important (colleagues, bosses…. girls) knew I had TS, the misunderstanding and diminishment of my capabilities would blow all of my chances.
That line of thinking began when I was roughly 11-years old, in middle school, when establishing your “cool” took a lot of hard work and one little snag — like tripping down the stairs, spilling soda on your pants or, god forbid, an episode of uncontrollable sounds and movements — could set you back years, if not eternally. Which is why I kept a lid on my TS and crafted ways to mask my tics or blend them into normal routines, even as the subterfuge could be exhausting and often unsuccessful. As of this writing, I’m 38, and it wasn’t until earlier this year that I opened up about my Tourette’s.