For myself, as much as to benefit others who might be looking for tic reduction, I am dedicating Fridays to all things FantasTIC about TS. This is included, but not limited to:
- Stink’s tics
- My emotional journey
- My book
- My husband’s dog
- My beautiful daughter
- My job search
- My crazy nut job pit bull mix, and more…
Tics are through the roof — the worst yet
I swear, we had a great run. I mean, super great – to the point where I kind of thought “Ha ha! Stink is dodging the tween bullet of escalating tics! We’ve escaped!”
But then the school year started and he began stinking like a gym bag and eating more food than the rest of us combined, including our ridiculous buffoon of a dog. Puberty is on. And so are the tics. Really excessive vocals that sound like quacking and “hey hey hey” over and over. Head shakes. Eye rolls. Rapid talking verging on hyper. All started Monday.
My emotional journey — skip this part if you’ve had enough wine for the night
While I’d love to say I’ve remained calm, that is not true. I had a full scale melt down on my spouse yesterday. I mean, epic. It went something like this:
Me: Do you hear those sounds? They are non-stop. I’m really really worried.
Him: Yes, I hear them.
Me: But are you worried? I mean, aren’t you kind of freaked out?
Him: No, I’m not freaked out. (side note: my husband must be a robotic deaf automaton) But yes, they are bad. (side note: at least he can recognize the increase so I’m not completely nuts.)
Me: OK, we need a plan. WE. NEED. A. PLAN.
Him: We can’t fix the tics.
Me: I know! But what about a plan! Something! Anything! How about looking into medication if it doesn’t bet better?
Him: For him, or you, because this kid is fine. It’s not affecting him.
Me: It’s affecting me!
Him: Then go get some pills!
Me: How about I just start downing copious amounts of liquor! And smoke a bowl of high grade doobage. Hey, I hear doobage is great for tics.
Him: How about you just calm down and get out for a while.
Me: Fine! I will! But if this continues, and we don’t medicate it, I’m going to be getting out of this house every day for the rest of our life and that sucks!
Other choice words followed. It was not exactly Fantasy Island.