When I had, and could talk about it at last, I told my husband how shattered I was by my life's prospects. I told him of my fears. He promised me he'd never put me in a hospital or home without my permission. That was a great fear of mine-being closeted away from my family. It was pure separation anxiety.
Adults still stuffer, from it, though they've passed the holding coattails and crying stage.
I finally accepted it. I began to face each day for itself and live it to its fullest. I refused to give up my dreams. We bought a big old house in a lovely small town and planned to remodel it gradually. It was something we'd wanted to do before MS took over our lives.