What it looks like, I can tell you. What it feels like – this is where I’ve always been a little stumped about my disability.
When I was a little girl, my neurologist assigned me homework. My parents bought me a golf counter that I wore on a red ribbon around my neck. I was supposed to click it every time I had a tic.
I experienced a huge amount of anxiety, fear, and shame about my ticker, because of a unique attribute: 90% of the time, I don’t know when I am ticking. (Unique as far as I can tell, at least. I read a lot about TS and most people seems to experience regular premonitory urges and be aware of what they’re doing.)
My main motor tic can look like a variety of arm movements:
–In my “about” page you’ll find a photo of my most fundamental involuntary movement – my arms held in front of me, rotating wildly at the wrists, fingers flying all over the place, with my tongue tucked in front of my lower teeth and my eyes glazed over. Nowadays, as far as I can tell, I only do this when I am alone and feel fairly safe.
-A few minutes ago, I caught myself shaking my arm from the elbow and snapping my wrist very violently – ouch! I can have bigger and varied arm movements like this when I am agitated, cranky, stressed, worried, etc.
-In public, I interlock my fingers with my hands in my lap and shake shake shake shake shake those fingers. Even doing it intentionally for the purpose of writing about it feels soooo good.
I also bounce my legs pretty constantly and uncontrollably. And once in a while I just kinda rock back and forth side-to-side, because, gosh, does it feel amazing.
So how does it feel to do my motor tics? When I am aware of my tics, usually those smaller ones, it feels like – shoot, it feels like taking off an uncomfortable item of clothing that you’ve had on way too long – absolute, immediate relief.
The majority of the time when I am having a large motor tic I am completely out of my body. I do not know that I am doing it, unless something happens to “snap me out of it” abruptly (with my wrist-snapping earlier, it was physical pain that alerted me to what I was doing). I don’t know that I have conscious thoughts at all when I am engaged in a tic that occupies that much of my body. I’m always very startled when I notice what I’m doing.
Keep in mind that this is normal to me; I don’t know any brain other than my own.
All that to say, with my ticker, I’d just click it a bunch and tell my parents the made-up number every night. As a professional to whom data is very important, I look back on that and grimace; but what else did I know? My doctor wanted numbers, so I had to find some way to provide them. I was 7 or 8. My parents sure weren’t thrilled when I admitted this a few years back. Oops.