The thing with Tourette’s is, I live in fear. Every time I leave the house, I fear I will tic and someone will get offended/upset, or they’ll call the police, thinking I’m intoxicated. I fear that I’ll call cops “pigs” or oink at them, and instead of laughing they’ll claim I was being uncooperative.
I fear that life will always be rough - for this world is not built for people who are “different”. And ultimately, people with Tourette’s are seen as the odd ones out.
Growing up, once I started showing signs of TS, and Autism, I was dropped by everyone. I started getting rage attacks, causing me to start pushing people away - and I didn’t know what was happening, because nobody speaks about those symptoms of Tourette’s; they just talk about the swearing.
I got diagnosed on the 10th of December 2021, after years of confusion, and as thankful as I am for having the diagnosis - I also hate it. I hate that I live with this condition that, at least for now, is incurable. I hate that people think I just use it as an excuse to hurt people. I hate that the rage attacks make me think I use it as an excuse. I hate that it’s such an easy thing to accept happens, and that it’s not “just swearing” (or “just kids not having been brought up properly”), but people still hurt others with Tourette’s for their uncontrollable actions. Most of all, I hate that people think I’m faking it for attention.
If I could get rid of the disorder, whilst still keeping all of my life experience I’ve gained from it, I would. But for now, here we are.