My ongoing Tourettes Syndrome public relations campaign continues.

This morning I offered my seat to an elderly man, picked up a woman’s spilt shopping and cooed/squeaked over a newborn baby. I often feel the need to make an extra effort to make my actions speak louder than my words and to demonstrate that, despite my flapping arms and odd language, I’m not rude. I like to think that I’d do these sorts of things just as often if I didn’t have Tourettes. But I know that having positive interactions with strangers is a way of challenging the judgements they might make about me. They can also lead to some great conversations. I’m off to open some doors.