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The Gift of Tourettes

When my son was about seven, I was in a really dark place. Two years of railing against tics that were present, as well as invisible “what if” situations that maybe would or maybe would not come to pass in the future, had me very down.

All my gluten free cooking helped, but it did not erase the minor eye rolls.

All my dedication to prayer and letting go soothed my aching soul, but it did not eradicate the occasional “Tarzan” warble.

My husband – who could fix everything from a leaking toilet to an elephant game whose motor was no longer shooting butterflies into the air – could not fix Tourettes.

I was, to put it bluntly, in grief.

I had heard about the stages of mourning, but for some reason I thought one experienced them one step at a time. “Ooh, today we have desperation. Awesome! tomorrow? Anger.”

For me, it came like a whirling tornado of emotions – forceful and overwhelming – all at one time. “Despair! Disbelief! Fury!” It was like one giant trifecta of intensity. In Buddhist language this is often referred to as “losing ground.” In Andrea language, it was referred to as, “This SUCKS.”

During this exciting chapter of my life I brought Stink to a specialist. He wasn’t having any behavior problems that are associated with Tourettes on other fear inducing websites, but he sure was unfocused and at times defiant. I suspected ADHD and wanted help managing it. The good doctor was phenomenal. Within a week, we had a routine down at home that took the responsibility off of me and put it onto Stink.

Looking back, it was nothing but good old-fashioned common sense. But I was too distraught to figure it out on my own. I was smart enough, however, to book a follow up appointment. But it wasn’t for Stink. It was for me.

This psychologist,  a gentle soul in his late sixties, happened to be a Catholic. As a Catholic myself, I was curious about his God-take in what I considered to be so… frigging… unfair.

We spoke about what I thought parenthood would be and why I was so distraught over a syndrome I never saw coming.

We chatted about my husband and my different world views – me being of a spiritual mind and my husband being of a pragmatic one.

I admitted that, perhaps, I wasn’t as equipped as I thought I should be in dealing with marriage and parenthood. Maybe there was a mistake.

This man, with his kind eyes and quiet demeanor, reminded me that our God is not one of mistakes. “Your marriage won’t always be happy, but it can be holy,” he reminded me. “Stink was knit by God in your womb,” he said. “Tics change constantly, but our God is one who stays the same.”

I wanted to say something that sounds like “Duck” and ends in “You.” That was not an answer that was going to fix Tourettes or my relationship issues!

But instead, I shook my head in agreement and started crying. Of course he was right.

After a moment, he posed the simple question: “Do you know what God’s greatest gift to you in all this is?”

I had no idea. I really didn’t.

He looked me right in the eye and said, “The biggest gift God is giving you is Tourettes.”

Three years later, after a ton of processing and times where I still rail against the machine, I know for a fact that this man was 100% right. In a media induced culture where everything is “now now now” and instant-gratification based, diagnoses and relationships are rarely easy. But they are a present – a true gift – because we get to live life on life’s terms.

In this season of light – whatever you celebrate – please know that if you are hurting I have been there. And I get it. And while you may want things different, there is a true plan for your child. You might not be able to always change tics, but if you allow yourself to change and be open to how glorious life can be despite perfection, I promise you will have one present you will never want to return.

My favorite presents of all time is shown below. Go hug yours today! Andrea

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About Andrea Frazer

Find me at www.happilytickedoff.com! I'm a produced television, magazine, newspaper and national blog writer available for freelance writing in the areas of faith, parenting, lifestyle and healthcare. In addition to ghostwriting and content creation, I am proud to be publishing my first book. Called "Happily Ticked Off," it is a humorous mom-moir about raising a son with Tourette Syndrome. I can best be described as Erma Bombeck meets Nora Ephron. I live to connect with others through writing, authenticity and just a wee bit of sass.

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  1. I totally agree…well said Andrea. From reading you blogs (and previous) you (and I) have definetly come a long way.

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  2. I loved your post when I read it………and now I am 9 days later with Nick’s vocal tics back……and trying to really get that feeling again. But I am in anxiety/grief mode. Even though I know its Christmas excitement and God has a plan for Nick. Even though I am SO VERY, VERY, VERY THANKFUL that my son is alive and well and I am not going through the tragedy that the Newtown parents are. 😦 And even though I am cognizant of all of that…….tonight I am stressed hearing lots and lots of loud grunting. And praying, always praying. Please keep writing.

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  3. Thanks Andrea. Even though my family does not deal with Tourettes, I am about ready to turn in my wife and mom card. Not for any good or particular reason. But I am sad and frustrated and sick. But I have all of these people who need and depend on me and so I feel like I must push through. Sadly I am stuck in the bitterness rut as I power through. i want to harness Joy so that I may joyfully ‘be’ with my family but it feels as though there is nothing left for or of me. I have given it all away and I am empty, but full of tears. Your post helped me to remind me to be thankful and I need to try to start my day that way instead of overwhelmed. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays I hope you get to fully enjoy your family this season. God Bless
    J

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