TOURETTE'S can be FUN!!!
Random Tourette's Story #1:
About a year and a half ago, Sara decided that she didn't like our cool wooden soap dish anymore, and has decided that it would be much more Madd Stylee to keep the soap on an antique bread and butter plate from her grandmother's china.
Now, with Tourette's Syndrome often comes OCD. Mine is more germ-related than clutter related, but I do complusively do things like alphabetize CD's, organize my books by author, subject, and size, et cetera. One of the things I hate is filth, and for some reason, my brain long ago decided that even soap build-up on a soap-dish is filth. So I decided to wash it.
I've got the bathroom sink on, I'm scrubbing the soap off with my fingers, when suddenly Tourette's Boy comes out and says, "Hey! Let's twitch your right hand...ready...NOW!!!" at which point, I throw the dish about two feet to my right, and it lands in the bathtub. Like all good, ancient china hitting someting made of enamel-covered, metal, it broke. But only into four pieces.
If I weren't used to such things, I'd be totally depressed. As it is, I'm a little down, apologize to Sara on behalf of my chemical imbalance -- "I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION!" is heard far too often in our house, in regards to one part or another of my collection of disorders -- and we put the plate back on the sink, hoping to glue all four pieces back together soon.
Within a week, I have opened the medicine cabinet and knocked out my shaving cream, which lands on the plate and blows it into about 75 pieces. I could blame that on Tourette's, but that would be unscrupulous...right?
benjamin
About a year and a half ago, Sara decided that she didn't like our cool wooden soap dish anymore, and has decided that it would be much more Madd Stylee to keep the soap on an antique bread and butter plate from her grandmother's china.
Now, with Tourette's Syndrome often comes OCD. Mine is more germ-related than clutter related, but I do complusively do things like alphabetize CD's, organize my books by author, subject, and size, et cetera. One of the things I hate is filth, and for some reason, my brain long ago decided that even soap build-up on a soap-dish is filth. So I decided to wash it.
I've got the bathroom sink on, I'm scrubbing the soap off with my fingers, when suddenly Tourette's Boy comes out and says, "Hey! Let's twitch your right hand...ready...NOW!!!" at which point, I throw the dish about two feet to my right, and it lands in the bathtub. Like all good, ancient china hitting someting made of enamel-covered, metal, it broke. But only into four pieces.
If I weren't used to such things, I'd be totally depressed. As it is, I'm a little down, apologize to Sara on behalf of my chemical imbalance -- "I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION!" is heard far too often in our house, in regards to one part or another of my collection of disorders -- and we put the plate back on the sink, hoping to glue all four pieces back together soon.
Within a week, I have opened the medicine cabinet and knocked out my shaving cream, which lands on the plate and blows it into about 75 pieces. I could blame that on Tourette's, but that would be unscrupulous...right?
benjamin