I remember this homeless guy in Seattle that had severe Tourettes. Like he had to stay walking most of the time or else he couldnt control his arms or his verbal ticks. One day I asked him if he need something to eat and I could tell it was a special thing for someone to talk to him. He would shout and scream and yell obscenities. I got him a sandwich and some things for later in his day and he thanked me and told me that he couldn't control his voice or his words sometimes. So if I saw him again and he called me horrible things he wanted me to know he didn't mean it and he lived in a hell he couldnt escape. I never forget that dude. I worked in the medical system and would see him in the free clinic sometimes after and he always seemed to remember me. I hope he was able to get some relief somehow.