A strongly worded letter

The past few months, as many of you know, i’ve experienced an upswing in symptoms.

Simultaneously, I’ve been harping on my apartment complex to come look at some scary looking who knows what in my bathroom vent.

Well, four days ago my friend came by and saw the scary looking stuff. He recognized it as black mold and the probable cause of many of my symptoms.

So, I submitted another maintenance request.


I told my dad about my frustrations, and he said he’d try and figure out something.

Fast forward to yesterday. At 9 am I get a knock at my door. It’s maintenance along with the manager of my apartment complex! FINALLY! What prompted you to come?

Oh? A strongly worded email from my father sent 20 minutes ago, including the words “seizure” “liability” and “health department?”

Sometimes that’s all it takes. Although next time, dad, I’d appreciate it if you don’t send the email at 8:30 in the morning!


Ask away

I LOVE when people ask me questions about my TS. Not because I like talking about myself (although I’ll admit that’s true ,) but because the more people ask, the more people know.

Tourette’s is confusing as heck. I readily admit that I don’t understand half of the stuff it makes me do. Sometimes people ask me questions and I have NO idea what the answer is.

“Where did that tic come from?”

“Uhhhh… The internet?”

But seriously. Even though I don’t know the answer to every question and am still figuring it out myself, I appreciate when people ask. This opens up a dialogue in which I can disclose what I DO know.

And knowing is half the battle!