My tics exploded with the ferocity of fireworks Stamping my feet, flicking my hair, you’d be forgiven for thinking I was dancing.
But, with throat clearing, sniffing and eye-rolling in the mix, too, I wasn’t.
‘Stop doing that,’ a classmate hissed after
I cleared my throat yet again.
‘It’s hay fever,’ I muttered, holding my breath.
I thought these little things were just habits. Only, deep down, I knew I was different.
Aged 7, I started getting motor tics.
Embarrassed, I managed to hide them at school. But, at home, they exploded with the ferocity of fireworks.
Foot stamping, eye rolling, head twitching. Over and over and over...
Worried, my mum Bridget took me to the doctor. Only, terrified of looking stupid,
I was able to control it.
Then, on…
