I have Tourette’s. But my Tourette’s isn’t me. It is an entirely separate entity that takes over my body with no warning or reason. This entity is named Ted. Ted the tic. Ted is rude. He tends to turn up without an invite and then outstays his welcome . Ted doesn’t have a filter. He doesn’t know when enough is enough. When he’s exhausted me and should probably back down. But Ted doesn’t care.
I am stronger than Ted. He’s actually very weak you see. He acts as though he’s far stronger, and sometimes I start to believe him. But then I remember that he doesn’t control nor define me. However, I’m stuck with Ted for the long run. Almost like family, but that really annoying aunt that won’t back off, yah know? Ted won’t win, I will.

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