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I don’t know a lot about Tourette Syndrome.
But, from what I’ve read, having Tourette sucks. Powerfully.
The 2 year old and I are waiting to see her pediatrician one afternoon. We’ve been in the waiting room for half an hour, reading books, playing I Spy, and trying not to touch anything. (I’m not that anal – it was flu season.)
This guy comes into the waiting room. He’s walking rapidly. Everything about him is fast. I’m watching him out of the corner of my eye for a couple of minutes before I realize what’s going on. His head turns to the right every few seconds, then snaps back to center. Then I notice he’s flipping people off. But he’s not looking for a reaction, nor is he taking the joy in the action that I would. It’s just a compulsion, devoid of feeling or malice.
“Cunt! Fuckshitpussymotherfucker! Twatgoddamn!”
I look up, and into the shocked faces of the half dozen other people in the waiting room.
The man goes through his list 3 or 4 more times. By that point, even the kids in the waiting room have stopped playing/picking their noses, and are staring.
All of them except mine.
My little angel barely glances at him. Looks at the other people in the room, trying to figure out what the fuss is all about. Shrugs, goes back to her book.
Am I raising a super-composed child? Do we need to get her hearing checked?
Or is this a comment on what she’s become accustomed to?
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