I have had MS for a long time. For the first 10 years after my diagnosis, I was physically very able. I was easily walking 10,000 steps a day, commuting into central London and living a very busy and active life. (I’ve never been particularly sporty). I did have constant symptoms (including no feeling and limited dexterity in my non-dominant hand), but these were easy to hide from pretty much everybody.
Since 2016, I have found it progressing more. I’m officially still only living with relapsing remitting. Although I have periods of clear relapse, the remitting is definitely getting less and, in the not too distant future, I’m expecting to be told it’s has become secondary progressive.
However, I still work full time (long hours) in a busy, demanding and very senior role that I love. Getting appropriate “reasonable adjustments“ has been no issue at all. I drive an automatic car (DVLA are aware of my diagnosis) and I have been using a folding electric wheelchair since the autumn of 2018. Although I was reluctant, it has been fabulous! I can put it in and out of my car by myself and so I have retained my independence.
I still go out and meet friends to go to the theatre, concerts, supper etc by myself, as well as with my husband. I volunteer for a couple of organisations in my community. I’ve got two children in their early 20s, one still at university. I’ve been abroad with just my daughter and I have spent this last weekend, helping my son move into his second year house at university. They were both at primary school when I got my likely diagnosis. We’ve always been open, but low-key with them about it and family life adapted.
People that don’t know me well would be surprised to hear that I don’t think I could live independently on a permanent basis. I’m fine at home by myself for two or three days and nights and I can stay away in hotels (assuming the room is genuinely accessible) for about the same amount of time.
However, there are lots of things I can’t do - or at least things that I can’t do in a sensible amount of time without significant difficulty and/or pain. I can’t load or unload the dishwasher. I can’t really prepare a meal without assistance. There are some items of clothing that I can’t manage by myself and only a couple of pair of shoes that I can put on and assisted.
That last part paints a really bleak picture, but put it alongside how I have described my life and I hope that shows that this is something that you fit into your life. It means things are different but there is so much that I can still do.