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In the family there was no name for it, the sudden outbursts, the spasmodic tics, the "jesus chris" that flew like bank swollows from his lips. Between the frequent episodes my uncle seemed completely about his wits. It would take me twenty years before I could match a name for it, "Tourette"
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
There was no name for it
In the family there was no name for it, the sudden outbursts, the spasmodic tics, the "jesus chris" that flew like bank swollows from his lips. Between the frequent episodes my uncle seemed completely about his wits. It would take me twenty years before I could match a name for it, "Tourette"
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
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