I remember the first time I noticed my tics like it was yesterday. I remember being a little scared—having this weird urge to contract my stomach muscles. I remember thinking if I just did it, it would go away and I’d be fine… but that was not the case.
Fast forward to a year later, when I was 7-years-old. I received my diagnosis of Tourette Syndrome and my body has never truly been “mine” ever since. You would think that would make this a sad story, but that’s not the case at all. Although some days end in exhaustion and a lot of tears, most days are pretty good, tics and all.
Growing up with Tourette Syndrome has had its ups and downs. I had days that I had to come home from school because it became too much. I remember crying to my mom while thinking