Hi there! To get the most out of these chapters, I suggest you begin at the beginning. It just makes the Xanax references that much better…
Our lovely police escort duo for our oh-so-lovely airport adventure. Tucker is in his wheelchair since he was having a lot of “falling down tics” that day. Photo by Rebecca Sawyer
I don’t even think the airport doors had fully opened yet to let us in before Tucker’s tics came in full-swing.
“Cunt!” And he didn’t just say it, he screamed it. At the top of his lungs.
The 80 or so people hurrying to security or the ticketing counter just stopped and stared, again with that whole, “why aren’t you punishing your son?” look. To make matters seem worse to these strangers, we don’t even seem to be alarmed. For extremely obvious reasons, the members of my family are not easily embarrassed…
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Chapter Two: Camp Twitch and Shout
Tucker and I representing our cabin colors and getting ready for a camp-wide battle to the death for first place in the lunch line. Photo by Joe Sindoni
Tourettes Camp. A place to make some of the sweetest friends you will ever know, help kids understand that they are not alone in their struggles, and to get punched in the boob, water thrown at your face and be unintentionally verbally degraded on a regular basis for five days…
Tourettes Camp is great.
TIC Talk: My time with Tourettes 