I was bound and determined to write for them again, because I'm crazy, I guess. I just couldn't have that be my only experience writing for Jane Pratt. That one awful, awful experience.
So I wrote another open, honest piece, this time about how my son has tics and how, for a while there, we were concerned that he may have Tourette Syndrome. Surely nobody would be mean to a worried mother, right?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA yeah, no.
But you people are very nice, and I love you bunches, and I'm sure you'll read it and not tell me I'm a dickhead because I panicked at a doctor's appointment. You know, how normal people do.
Anyway, here it is: JOKING ABOUT TOURETTE'S IS JUST AS BAD AS USING THE "R" WORD
Please be gentle.
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