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This blog is produced by Brynne Jewell to share her own experiences with Tourette Syndrome and to also provide a place for others with questions or comments to mingle.

June 05, 2014

A Day In The Life

   
       I have Tourette Syndrome. It's this funny neurological disorder where my brain tells my body to make random movements and sounds. I don't need to be "fixed" or even fully understood, just accepted and loved. By nature I'm not someone who easily blends in anyway, but add in the enigma that is Tourette's and sometimes it feels like being under a constant spotlight and not a welcomed one at that. Sometimes I worry about how people will react from new acquaintances, to friends, to... well sometimes even family members.
    It's not a widely known disorder and as I said it's very random. Generally people get up in the morning and, for the most part, know what to expect of their bodies. I, and anyone like me, get up in the morning and wonder what my workaholic brain has in store for me today. Am I going to stick my tongue out at people or cross my eyes? Will my appendages, head, or torso jerk in some spasmodic manner? Will I have any vocal tics, like screaming or squeaking, and if so, how loud will they be and long will they last?
If I were a machine, I’d be an escalator. I tic and tic and the more I let out the stronger they get. I might start out with a few vocal tics, some squeaks here and there, but they get louder and more frequent. I might start out with some slight knee jerks, a flick of the wrist, or a contraction in my arm, but soon I’m spazzing like lightning. Before I know what is happening I’m doing squats and fighting the urge to fall on the floor as if I'm experiencing a fainting spell.       
            I fight the urge not only because it would be embarrassing and possibly painful, but also because I think of all the germs that come from people’s shoes and how it would get on my clothes and hair. This is one of the few times I am thankful for OCD.
I’m walking through the store chirping away like a bird and my knees start to take turns jolting backward into a locked position. Once completed, I move on for a few more steps before one of my arms lurches out to the side and my knees temporarily stop me from taking another step. Is anyone staring? Do they think I’m a freak or just a spaz who likes to call attention to herself?’
            As I get ready to eat my dinner, I get this sensation in my legs that feels like I’m being continuously pelted with rain droplets. It creeps up my body and all I can do is sit there and let a few tics out at a time so that I don’t explode like an overinflated balloon.
            I crawl into bed at night longing for the sweet reprieve that sleep will bring from the constant battering of scrolling messages being sent from my brain to all parts of my nervous system. My body seems to understand that my bed is a safe place to tic. With the likelihood of injury lessened, my head starts to jerk and my eyes roll back in my head. After a few shakes, the tic still doesn’t feel right. So I shake more and harder, still nothing. Finally, I sit up and my head shakes as hard and fast as it possibly can. It's as if I can feel my brain hitting my skull. Now it “feels” right. I lay back down only for the urge to start again. After a few rounds of this and some complex motor tics where the rest of me joins my head in this weird dance, I am able to fight the urge enough to sleep.

1 comment:

  1. Your explanation is excellent!! My son has the "just right" OCD and getting to sleep is a production in itself!

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