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Tourette’s uncontrollable loud inside stares from outside Suffering from inflated embarrassment and shame Unknown, only known by me suppressed until I cannot anymore I am not my tics, but they are in me they follow me, poke me jabbing to be included in my life sudden, and uncomfortable they feel extreme I blink excessively to shrug off the tickle in my brain My shoulder seizes and jerks back in forth up and down With no warning, I start to yell or grunt, scared of my excessive tics I cry afterwards full of shame and misery Hands start to flail as I rock back and forth back and forth back and forth, I’m okay I am going to be okay Comfort in the uncomfortable knowing my secret that cannot be exposed in my own company but what about when there are others around me, I hope no one noticed and I feel like a failure once again I suppress when others are around and free my spirit when alone I look at myself and my face contorts until it feels correct and the tics are over Until next time I feel the uncontrollable nonstop smothering repressed constraint of my tics
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
Tourette's
Tourette’s uncontrollable loud inside stares from outside Suffering from inflated embarrassment and shame Unknown, only known by me suppressed until I cannot anymore I am not my tics, but they are in me they follow me, poke me jabbing to be included in my life sudden, and uncomfortable they feel extreme I blink excessively to shrug off the tickle in my brain My shoulder seizes and jerks back in forth up and down With no warning, I start to yell or grunt, scared of my excessive tics I cry afterwards full of shame and misery Hands start to flail as I rock back and forth back and forth back and forth, I’m okay I am going to be okay Comfort in the uncomfortable knowing my secret that cannot be exposed in my own company but what about when there are others around me, I hope no one noticed and I feel like a failure once again I suppress when others are around and free my spirit when alone I look at myself and my face contorts until it feels correct and the tics are over Until next time I feel the uncontrollable nonstop smothering repressed constraint of my tics
#tourette#tics#uncontrollable
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chaniseaw
Non-binary
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
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