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.Read more on themighty.com