Lil!Wilbur (3-6) CG!SBI
Little Wilbur has Tourette's with coprolalia, so I'm gonna have my friend Mallory write this because she has Tourette's and coprolalia, and I don't think I should write this one.
Warnings: shaming for tics, stress, crying little
Plot: Wilbur's friends know he's a regressor, but they don't know that he has Tourette's. So when he repeatedly does and says stuff, some inappropriate, some appropriate for the young ages. The others notice this, and ask him. He stresses out and remembers all of the other people shaming him, so he regresses and little him tells them.
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Wilbur and his current friends were hanging out at his place, just sitting around. Wilbur had been suppressing his tics every time they go out or anytime they hang out in real life. But it's been really exhausting.
He can't suppress anymore, or he'd practically pass out of exhaustion. He clicked his tongue a few times, and blinked rapidly. Tommy had noticed this interesting behavior right off the bat, but didn't think much of it. Until they got more intense. He flipped off the air for 10 seconds and then stomped his foot aggressively.
"Wil? You doing okay?" Phil asked. Wilbur kept whistling and clicking his tongue. "I'm *shit!* fine Phil, no need to worry." He knew how embarrassing that was. Techno and Tommy started to worry.
"Wilbur... you aren't fine. Why did you say your day was shit, but then said it was fine? And why are you clicking and clacking?" Tommy asked, generally curious. He didn't mean any harm to the second oldest, but it did come out that way.
Wilbur remembers his old friends from when he was a teenager.
'Why do you keep cursing? You know we're in a religious school, cursing isn't allowed!'
'Don't flip me off William! Detention, now!!'
'You're too weird, no normal person does this. Just stop doing it'
He started to tear up, while jerking his head back. His neck was in pain, along with his arms being sore.
His friends were worried, he never did any of this in front of him. "Wilbur? C'mon you can tell us." Techno tried to get Wilbur to talk, but he wouldn't.
Wilbur was fighting the fuzziness in the back of his head. He couldn't regress now, he'd break into tears and tell them. But it would be good, since the stress would be gone, right?
He gave in and regressed to his youngest age. 3. His cries were more childish now, and the others could hear and see it.
"Wil? How old are you?" Phil asked, and Wilbur held up 3 fingers. He started to cry harder. He whistled and hummed intensely.
"Wilbur? Tell us what's going on."
"Turret. Wilby have turret." He managed to say between sobs.
"Tourette's?"
"Mhm"
Okay. So they knew he had Tourette's now. They could help him handle them by distracting him, playing with him, anything now that they know.
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They managed to calm him down from crying and took care of him. When Wilbur was big, they would have a talk about it.
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Hi! I'm Mallory if you didn't know, I had fun writing this, since it's my first time writing something about Tourette's. Most of these tics are mine, some are from others I've seen, and this is kind of like my experience with telling MY friends that I have Tourette's, but minus the little part.
Have a nice lovely day!
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