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What Needing a Personal Care Assistant Has Taught Me

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I love my space. I always have. My alone time and solitude are so valuable to me. Even back in college, I somehow managed to room alone, experiencing dorm life devoid of roommates.

Yet, in 2015, it became evident that my bubble of privacy and solitude was about to be popped. A while after my diagnosis, I noticed the expected decline of my limbs.

My legs weakened and became more unpredictable. My shoulders operated at less than 50 percent. My hands stumbled around without precision.

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