I'm part of a private Google Group I created called Twitch & Bitch. Unlike a public forum, it's a place for us TS moms to vent, complain, cry and also brag like heck about our kids where it's only for our eyes.

As much as I know that my public blog here has helped quite a deal of you (thank you for writing and letting me know) it's also crucial to have support without fear of random eyes or unsupportive critics giving a cruel statement when that's not what we need during crisis.

I'm writing about Twitch and Bitch for two reasons.

1. If you are interested in being part of a support group, please email me. When I get at least 5 members I will hook all of you up so you can have the same kind of support I've gotten from the 12 mamas in my group.

2. I want to share an excerpt from a member, Lyn, with her permission. This is one example how in sharing her story about a brother with TS (her son also has it - a mild case) I was able to gain new insight into TS.

It validated a truth I already know in my heart: That my son is not his TS. It's ME with insecurites from my past. My vanity. My worries about "what will this look like to someone else?" when it really is all about "Who do I look like to someone else?"

Lame. LAME.  

I'm so much less of a people pleaser than I used to be. It's not about others. It's about my family first. And I couldn't ask for a better son. I thank God every day for the TS - for opening me up to being a real person, not some phony ass who can't stand up for herself, be who she needs to be for the ones who really matter, and live with true intention. (I'm a work in progress of course.)

So, here's the letter from Lyn.

It is so important that people become aware of TS.  I feel all of a sudden there's a lot more info on it here in Australia... with 60 mins and their stories, the house makeover, and during that show they played a couple of those adds with the
little boy in it.  The add was good because it showed and explained
that he has very minor tics, compared with what is usually seen.

Is it any wonder that people are so scared of a diagnosis?  All they
really see is the worst cases.  It's the same with a cancer diagnosis,
people assume they're going to die, and that's not the case at all.
As I've said before, my brother probably had moderate TS... but I
wonder if it would've been that bad if he'd been treated better.  My
Dad was a creep to him, treated him like a pig, an outcast.  He held a
secret thing too that he wasn't really his child.  My brother wishes
it was true.  Sad.  My Mum was the total opposite.  She adored him and
accepted him totally, as everyone else did.  Honestly, I can't
remember it being a huge issue.

Dad use to call it his "rot".  I'll NEVER forget the day when I was
sitting beside my brother on the lounge {I would've been 5 yrs old and
he was 13}, he was ticcing away and I was staring at him.  He said {in
a tone brothers use with their pesty little sisters} "What are you
looking at?"   My  innocent response {which I later choked on} was
"I'm watching you do your rot".  Well, the look of total hurt on his
face is something I'll always remember.  I wasn't being mean, because
to me it wasn't a silly thing he was doing, and I assumed it was
called "rot".  

But, that was the turning point for me.  At that time I
realised , hey, this isn't funny and he has a problem.  After that I
never purposely stared at him anymore, but nor did I avoid looking at
him.  I just treated him like anyone else.  We still had a our fights,
and I guess I annoyed the hell out of him, esp when his mates came
over... lol, I always wanted to be around him.
There are far worse things than TS, and I'm so happy I have this
brother.

That letter broke my heart. I will NEVER do that to my child. And I know that you won't either, or you would not be here.






 

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