Medications are used to manage tics, and often counseling is necessary to help individuals through the rough social impacts and the impact it can have on self esteem. The thing is, some of the medications are so powerful, they can actually make you sick, and there is also therapy, but it rarely fixes all the tics. There is also an experimental treatment of brain surgery...
So next time you meet someone who is twitching a lot or saying things over and over, don't be so quick to judge.
Now, for the poem.
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I can't quit!
I want to scream it to the world.
Everyone's looks say "quit it"
It was a mistake to try to shop.
My legs are moving, my hands are moving--
I truly wish I could just stop!
But I can't.
I can't quit moving,
And it makes me chant.
I have to scream,
Have to roar, have to shout.
Strangers' eyes seem to hold an angry gleam.
Nobody seems to understand-
I can't quit. Can't help it.
It even controls my hands.
They hit me, punch me.
I cry out in pain.
Even my parents just let me be.
It won't leave, won't quit.
I thrash around in anger and in pain.
Afterwards, it's all I can do to just sit.
I've tried Fluphenazine,
Risperdal, Klonipin, plus many more.
And had reactions that were quite mean.
Pills did nothing,
Relaxation works, but you can't do it all the time.
I hear paperwork shuffling.
Now we're gonna try therapy.
After that is brain surgery.
If therapy works, I will be so happy.
But if not,
An undetermined road lies ahead.
Filled with procedures that cost a lot.
I don't want to have my head cut open.
But at the same time, tics like this are hell.
If it gets that bad, I won't be jokin'.
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Bad Poem? Good Poem? Something in between? Feedback is quite welcome, as well as advice on rhyming, which I am not so good at. Yes, I have Tourette's if you've been wondering. This poem is 100% nonfiction.
Cheers!
--Voxina




