Tonight I can only describe the sensations within my body as tiny fireworks waiting to explode out of my skin. Sometimes the fireworks ignite, they are ready to burst, but they don't. They resemble a tiny puff of smoke, and I am left with a very disappointing feeling. Sometimes there is a need to Tic, the prematory urge before a Tic can sometimes be more uncomfortable then the actual Tic itself. When it doesn't happen it can feel like a huge amount of build up in your body that you cannot let out, like a firework that hasn't gone off properly. Sometimes I physically urge and gag because it won't surface. It either doesn't come out as expected, or you are somehow unconsciously suppressing it so that you can blend in to the social situation you find yourself in, to desguise yourself as 'neurotypical'. The other night, at the theatre, I sat with my partner surrounded by friends feeling safe and supported, until the moment where I needed to T