I’m back at my desk thinking forward to tomorrow, my trip to Birmingham for the start of my HRT treatment, and reflecting on yesterday and how valuable to me my friends (that just happen also to have TS) are to me. Yesterday, after fulfilling my duties as voluntary Policy Officer for Tourette’s Action I’d arranged to meet up with a couple of my fellow ticcers for drink or few in London. (Two couldn’t make it, but I hope to see them soon).
It’s a great feeling to know that you’re not alone and that there are others dealing with a similar set of problems, the biggest usually the prehistoric views of others and we encountered one of these dinosaurs last night. There he was standing behind his bar looking very un-dinosaur like with an array of various piercings and dreads down to his waist. “Um…umm….ummm….are you putting it on or do you three have some sort of medical condition?” “Er, yes…we have Tourette’s”. This fact is blindingly obvious to most. “Could I ask you to try and keep it down?” “That might be a bit difficult as we have Tourette’s syndrome” “Do you have any ID?” (Why would he assume that we would have ID?) so out they came not one but three Identitc cards, he poured over them in turn to make sure we were the people identified on the card. Finally he served us, at this point we were feeling somewhat angered by his prehistoric attitude, had this man been living in some sort of media-free bubble? It seemed like it!