<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“ Since I was fourteen..... my parents tried therapists, doctors even a extensive amount of medications.... I was diagnosed with turrets when I was four years old, by the time I was fourteen they’d had enough, sent me here. I finished school from a computer, still graduated. When you’ve been here as long as I have you familiarize yourself with things. “ Carrie said as she sighed, chewed on her lower lip fighting the urge to fully tick out which would be slapping herself in the face or just smacking herself in general. She stood up, started pacing the patio with her hands behind her head as she counted each step smacking  her fingers against her palms. The inability to sit still for long periods of time had kicked in, she needed to count each step as she paced back and forth. <i>“ Fuck shit pussy! Bitch fuck that!” </i> Her head popped from side to side on her hands as she began to tick out, whistled or maybe it was a whimper like an animal but in full tick fits weird noises often escaped her lips. </span>