Neurospicy

Because I’m Not Allowed

Living Life Without a Licence (and Yes, It Sucks) I was 24 when I was officially told I wasn’t allowed to drive. Not that I didn’t know already. I mean, all my mates were getting their Ps as teens and hooning around Livo while I quietly clocked that I wouldn’t be joining them. I didn’t have the words back then, but I knew something was different. And at 24, when I got my official diagnosis of Tourette’s, the pieces clicked into place. Suddenly the unspoken became legal. I wasn’t just avoiding learning to drive. I legally couldn’t. Physically, I’m more …