When I was a child my dad used to say I needed shoes made of iron because of how quickly I managed to destroy them. I never really understood his concern but I’m starting to have some sympathy with him now.…

Last night Olive arrived at the castle accompanied by Keith the dog. They’d just been to the Pound Shop and that meant loads of new squeaky toys for Keith.

He had a new ball, a chicken leg and a burger, and they all squeaked.…

I wrote yesterday about having had a bad day and feeling sad. It was a spectacularly miserable day, but some of what I was feeling wasn’t completely new. For example, over the last few weeks or even months there have been lots of times when I’ve felt lonely.…

Today’s the start of my fifth year at the castle, and that means it’s now the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I left home. I love being here, so it’s strange to remember how reluctant I was to move out of my original lair back in 2011.…

I’m one of an estimated 11 million people in the UK who are disabled. We make up about a fifth of the population. But despite this it’s very rare to see or hear issues that affect me as a disabled person reflected in the media.…

First of all, Happy New Year!

However you marked the arrival of 2016, I hope your celebration was happy and enjoyable. Mine certainly was. I spent the evening at a pub where Will’s band Brasstermind were performing. Sophie, Eoin and Rachel were all there too, as well as lots of other people I know.…

At midnight tonight the fifth year of Touretteshero will draw to a close. Back at the very start of 2015, when we launched our birthday survey, I promised that during the year we’d celebrate our anniversary. But it’s been such a busy year that we never quite managed to fit our birthday party in.…

I’m usually favourably disposed towards the Royal Mail, but right now I’m feeling very cross with them, and here’s why:

I live on the ground floor of the castle where there are eight flats in all. We have an intercom system that lets us speak to people at the front door and buzz them in.…

My friend Anna, her sister Christina, and her daughter Neva, who’s just over a year old, came to visit this afternoon. They’d brought some toys with them including one that was a bit like a marble run – but instead of marbles, small cars careered down the chutes.…

I wrote recently about my increasing sensitivity to touch. While I’ve always been sensitive to particular textures and types of touch, over the last few months this has intensified considerably.

Earlier today I had a haircut. My hairdresser Ravi’s been cutting my hair for years and is very familiar with the added challenge that my tics present.…