Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

Articulation. It's one of the most important qualities a human being can have. The ability to express yourself at a level where virtually anyone, no matter their age or what walk of life they come from, can understand what you are saying. Every day, I am reminded of what a blessing it is to have become somewhat proficient at saying what is on my mind, and letting people know how I feel about something. From the bathroom this morning I overheard the 'weekday morning' CNA, who is originally from Jamaica, saying a few things to my oldest house-mate with regards to him deciding to use a different bathroom from the one he had apparently been assigned. Technically, he wasn't wrong to use it, as that room is labeled with a 'Men' sign, although it has been designated for use by certain female clients here at the Joshua House. Her thoughts come out in falling form, a rambling stream from which the meaning can only be discerned if one is paying close enough attention. The older gentleman acknowledges her with a simple "okay." He's long since become accustomed to the ways in which he is treated by others here, and by his own admission has tried not to be a burden or cause problems for anyone. I notice it when he leaves to go to the bathroom at moments where we are in a group setting, which is usually marked by him saying "I'll be back." He doesn't try to impersonate Arnold Schwarzenegger, which I personally appreciate, though I have no doubt he'd be hilariously good at it. He is met with flack by the staff, none of whom seem to understand that he is dealing with problems that have to be worked out with his doctor. They criticize him for what they perceive as him going to the bathroom too often. I am of the mind that if you need to go, you take care of that business as soon as you possibly can; to reference an old quote from Shrek, "better out than in." Any pros to suppressing your movements are outweighed significantly by the disadvantages. He has settled into ways that are familiar to him. I receive one more reminder when I need to leave my room to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it is not occupied, so I go in there and tend to matters. Sure enough, when I leave, he is standing outside. "How ya doin'?" He greets many people in this way. I am feeling self-conscious, and acknowledge him with a "feeling good" without looking him in his eyes. It is an awkward moment for me, and I do not want to make it any worse. Speaking of self-consciousness, there is more than a slight chance that a certain CNA will be returning tomorrow and Friday. Perhaps it is too early to be thinking about it now, but I'm hoping he will have changed his ways. He seems to be of Haitian descent, so I may have to memorize something in Creole and say it to him, to let him know how I am feeling, depending on whether he insists again on coming to my room and seeing to it that I take a shower at 4:30pm. This is strange on his part, as none of the other CNAs do this with me. I am not sure if it is out of indifference, or being tired of the job and 'over it all,' but they seem to give me a little bit more freedom to do things in my own way, and for the most part on my own time. Of course, there is an element of discipline, and I try to take care of everything that needs to be done on my end. This CNA, who comes on Thursdays and Fridays (and was also present over the weekend, as an older male CNA who normally assists the weekend manager is likely taking vacation time), has a good attitude and seems to care about doing the job as well as he possibly can. At the same time, he seems to have built-in preconceived notions based on the many difficulties that other clients face in their day-to-day existence. The only thing I have in common with the majority of the clients here is that I am autistic. Other than that, it is almost as if we were born on different planets. I earned two college degrees, do not take any medications, and don't struggle in the slightest with articulating how I feel. At the expense of keeping the peace, I might have to be honest and frank with him, if he insists on continuing to do what he has been doing with me. If a strange man touched your skin on multiple occasions to check whether you had actually taken a shower, would you not feel self-conscious? As for me, it made me very uncomfortable, but because I am a conflict-averse person who likes order to be maintained in the house, I was reluctant to express that thought before a sufficient time had come to do so. This past Saturday, he opened the door to my room with no prior warning to find me in my underwear, brushing my teeth, preparing for a shower. My intentions of showering were verbally declared to him, humbly but in terms that should not have been uncertain. When I finished preparing, he was not in the hallway. I couldn't have expected him to be, as he has to tend to multiple clients, most of whom struggle far more severely in their functionality on a day-to-day basis. I presumed, apparently incorrectly, that he had made a note and accounted for my showering. When I took my shower and proceeded to get properly clothed for the birthday party on Saturday (which was quite fun, albeit my mind had pictured a bigger venue than the humble clubhouse we occupied for several hours), he seemed genuinely surprised at the possibility that I could have taken a shower. In his mind, he seems to see me as being more disabled, more in need of help, than I truly am. The irony is that the following Sunday, he joined me, the manager, and the remainder of the clients in attending a performance of "Matilda Jr.," another fine work by the Barclay Performing Arts company. I caught him looking down, quite possibly at his phone, and not that it's any of my business but the significance of the story--which involves young people being stifled and underestimated as a result of the ideas and presumptions of others--seemed to be lost on him. Then again, could I really expect it to have any resonance? He is young, and does not seem to have an intellectual sort of mind. He does this job to make a bit of money, and probably has to work one or two more to make ends meet. He seems to care about the clients; he's good-humored and works hard, and does his best with the job. Respectfully, I do hope he will keep a distance from me, so that he can focus on helping the clients who need his assistance far more than I do. I like him being here, but I would much rather he not be hands-on with me. Still, there is no sense in worrying about tomorrow when today has barely started. This today is rather unique; for the first time since moving into the Joshua House, I have a little more time to be alone with my thoughts, as I am doing my first ever 'fasting lab' in preparation for a physical this morning. I made no fuss, and had no reason to. The nice thing about fasting is that you can still drink water, and I plan to get in a few sips soon. I've been trying to lose weight for a while, and this helps me out significantly. I let them know to let me know when everyone is done, so I can take out the garbage. I will probably get to do so at the top of the hour; we are thirteen minutes away from 7:00am. I am grateful that no jokes were made about me being a piggy; though I do weigh more than I should for my height, I wasn't going to read the riot act over not getting to eat. Everything happens for a reason. Now to spend a moment shaving, so a coworker doesn't complain again.