Tourette's Poem

Posted Mon 7th Apr 2025 at 13:45
by Ash Gray

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A poem by 19 year old Ash Grayson

Tourette’s is “All fun and games” until your tics choke you with headphones.

Tourette’s is “All fun and games” until you’re begging for it to stop.

Tourette’s is “All fun and games” until you have self injurious tics.

Tourette’s is “All fun and games” until you’re sat in hospital for hours.

Tourette’s is “Just being funny” until you’re ripping your hair out.

Tourette’s is “Just being funny” until the tic attacks start.

Tourette’s is “Just being funny” until you’re struggling to walk.

Tourette’s is “Just being funny” until you’re banging your head against the wall.

It’s “I want Tourette’s” until you realise it’s not just swearing.

It’s “I want Tourette’s” until you notice the stares out in public.

It’s “I want Tourette’s” but never “I want the trauma that comes with it.”

It’s “I want Tourette’s” until you know the reality.

Tourette’s is “All fun and games” until it’s not.

Tourette’s is “Just being funny” until it’s not.

It’s “I want Tourette’s” until you don’t.

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