Tic Tic Boom
A twitch
“He’s just a fidgety kid”
A squeak
“What a funny sneeze”
A bark
Blame it on the dog
A bloody nose
“The air is dry”
Living with
Tourette’s
Felt like living a lie
Every little
tic
Needed an excuse
One stressful day
It was like an
E X P L O S I O N
The lies that hid my tics
Were gone
I couldn't hide anymore
It was my 12th birthday
Most kids have a
“WORST BIRTHDAY EVER”
Where they didn’t get what they wanted
Or the attention wasn’t on them
But for me
My life
undeniably
And
irreversibly
Changed
A year later
I was diagnosed
Tourette’s Syndrome.
It should have been scary
Or felt like a constricting label
But it didn't
As little as I understood
It felt like I could finally breathe
It was the answer I needed
But from then on, after every
Sneeze
Noise
Or
Movement
It felt like an
interrogation
I couldn't breathe
Without the question of why
All I ever heard was
Is that a tic
All day
Every day
Was like a fight with myself
To hide away
The bad parts of Tourette’s
Because
I seem to be
Transphobic
Homophobic
Fat shaming
A womanizer
But really
I’m a knitter
I’m a brother
I’m a hugger
I’m a poet
I am human
Edmund Reddy is a 17-year-old from Portland, Maine.