There’s no magic bullet on this Tourette Syndrome ride.
But, that said, my son’s tics are much better.
In an ever-growing understand I have about tics (which is basically, whatever you think is going to set them off the opposite happens), Stink had a big time sleepover the day his tics were at their peak. He came back, after 24 hours of food indulgences and electronics and lack of sleep, with almost zero tics.
It is clear: He is allergic to me. That’s all I have to say right now about tics. But we’re still better than we were last year. And we had a great vacation as a family. And, in the end, this too shall pass. Hope you are all well!