In no particular order, the following is what makes me tic:
I had to have a blood test the other week, and my tics were out of control. As soon as the nurse made to take my blood, I pushed him away and shouted. Eventually, another nurse had to pin me down because I couldn’t stop squirming, and during the entire appointment, I let out my entire repertoire of vocal tics. I got the impression the other patients in the room were laughing at me, as were some of the staff – who actually asked me who had brought me there, in a way that made it sound as though they were asking who my carer was. All in all, it wasn’t a pleasant blood test. Although, I’m not too sure there’s such a thing as a pleasant blood test.
Intrusive thoughts (unwanted vivid, visual thoughts that plague the OCD mind) often trigger a bout of tics in me, but so do my checking rituals. Before I leave the house, I have to check everything is switched off/locked/unplugged/shut several times. During these times, I am ticcing like a clock.
- Loud noises.
I might imitate the loud noise, say “ow”, or a rather childish “uh oh”.
- Total silence.
If someone says something akin to “everyone, be totally quiet” I will be sure to make as much noise as is humanly possible. Equally, if I walking past someone’s bedroom in which I know them to be sleeping, I will again be sure to make as much noise as is humanly possible.
I still drink though.
I still stay up though.
- Someone bumping into me.
If this happens, I will normally shout “hey” or tell them to fuck off. It’s awkward.
When I am unwinding after work, it feels like I’m letting out all the tics I have been saving up throughout the day.
The other day, I had an on-the-spot test at work in front of the manager of my manager. Naturally, I called him a dickhead, but happily, he didn’t care, and I passed.
- Literally anything.
With echolalia and echopraxia, I can feel the urge to imitate anything you say or do. For instance, if I walk past a smoker, and their lips make an ‘o’ shape as they exhale, I will often have to make the same shape.
In no particular order, the following is what makes me tick:
- Reading articles which blow my mind and expose me to ideas I have never come across before.
- Writing (blogs, articles, letters, stories, anything).
- Long walks through the city.
- Long conversations with friends.
- A damn good short story.
- A damn good IPA.
- Bookshops in which it feels like time stops.
Discovering a new author whose work I love.