One full month. Non an extra blink, yelp, yip, yap, or snarl. No slobbering, scratching or hitting or biting. I barely know who I am anymore. That is a good thing.
Last weekend I went to an art gallery at a nearby University. I walked through two very hushed exhibits featuring, respectively, some gorgeous and enormous paintings of Christ by Alan Bloch, and a fantastic group of pieces of American War art and illustrations.
The point is that the places were so quiet and still, and nobody even knew I was there. A year ago I’d have been tossed out of the place and conveyed to the exorcists.
I can go to movies.
I can sit still.
I can be silent.
I can listen.
I can concentrate.
My memory is improving because I no longer deal with constant interrupts.
I am safe from myself.
The urges are still there, but they vanish as quickly as they are felt. If you have ever learned a language, do you remember the point at which you stopped translating in your head?
That is where I am at with the ability to shut down the tics. I no longer have to intervene physically, the associations are now just patterned in and what happens happens on the fly.
If you have Tourette’s, or your kids do, I am ready to start talking people through exactly what I have done. I’d prefer not to discuss it online in great detail yet, and there are things that will work better if I show you versus tell you. I
If you’re interested please contact me and we’ll set up a time to talk. I can only promise to show you and tell you what I have done, but I think it would be worth your time.