Life with Tourette's: Different is OK'
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This story contains mild/mature language and covers mental disorders such as depression or anxiety
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{{ Based on a true story }}
This story.... is a story about me and my Tourette's Syndrome. I was diagnosed when I was 7 years old and have lived with it ever since. My story isn't the most romantic or beautiful, it's about the difference between Love and Hate.
Here I will tell you how my life was and is today. I haven't always been the way I am today. I went through a lot of troubles and family issues...
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