When I started to become disabled with multiple sclerosis (MS), I rapidly learned that I needed help. If I wanted to go places, do things, earn a living, and enjoy life, other people would have to get involved. Over time, I’ve also needed more support from assistive devices—ankle braces, canes, a mobility scooter. With help, I’m having a great life. Without it, I’d be isolated, poverty-stricken, and miserable.