At the age of twelve, my life was altered in a pretty significant way. I discovered that I had Tourette syndrome. Just typing the words ‘Tourette syndrome’ makes it all so surreal.
School wasn’t much of an issue until halfway through my seventh grade year. I had had tics since I was nine years old. Ironically, and to this day, my tics are the worst when I’m in church. Anyways, as much as I would tic behind closed doors, suppressing my tics had never been a huge issue for me. I remember sitting in the back of all my classes, so if I did tic, no one would likely see me. Honestly, I still do that. I remember constantly looking around, doing all I could to stay still. People laughed. People whispered. And it killed me. Seventh grade is awkward as it is; to make matters worse, I was shaking my head and squeaking every five seconds.
All I wanted to be was normal.
Today, I’m fifteen and currently a freshman in high school.
I sing. I play basketball. I play the keyboard. I drum. All of my classes are honors. Everything is amazing. Of course I have my worse days, but I’m human, and that’s expected. Tnroughout the hard times, I’ve never allowed TS to stop me from doing anything I want to do.
Although I’ve struggle with TS, and have had my moments of sorrow and wanting to be what society and the people around me perceive as being ‘normal,’ God has placed some amazing, supportive people in my life who have made this journey much, much easier.
I definitely would consider myself a fighter. Without the grace, mercy, and love of God, I would’ve given up a long time ago. For that, I thank Him.
This story was submitted anonymously.