Can anybody tell me what’s it like to be a *statue? Well I suppose you don’t really know who really knows? People used to ask me when I was a kid what it was like to have my birthday on Christmas Eve, I dunno, normal. What’s it like having your birthday in the summer, normal. But what’s normal? I’ve often wonder what it’s like not to tic, to be honest when I took Risperidone and it worked, I sort of missed my tics even though some were quite intrusive, but what I did miss is how fast my brain seemed to usually race, sometimes with worry, sometimes full of genius ideas. As anyone who knows me the best version of me is one that has mad genius ideas. I think with most things is that there needs to be a sense of balance ( as a bad orchestral arrangement will tell you – bad idea using that much brass accompanying a flute solo) I need to be in a predominantly happy place where I’m on an even keel, genius ideas, yes, violent tics where I hurt myself, no. At the moment I’m ok, when I mean at the moment I mean now, 16.38 Tuesday afternoon. Quite happy, looking forward to my aromatherapy session tomorrow. The tics aren’t bothering me although I did slip up a couple of nights ago when I felt particularly down and my biting tic returned leaving my arm feeling sore and slightly bruised. But so far I can say that maybe I’m settling into this Aripiprazole lark ok.
*A person without TS