A house doesn’t suddenly stop working for you. It’s not one big moment — it’s a slow build of friction points and fractures that eventually wear you down.
For me, it’s the stairs that grow steeper by the day. The bath that stands in the way of the shower. The endless calculations of resources remaining and the risk assessment of DIY jobs needing doing and the growing sense of overwhelm as things feel further out of reach. Each challenge is tiny on its own, but together they drain energy and chip away at independence and dignity.
MS means every bit of energy counts. And when you’re spending it navigating obstacles inside your own home, it feels like living on the wrong side of the equation.
I know many people hit this point — sometimes through illness, sometimes with age, sometimes just through shifting circumstances. Has your home ever stopped fitting your life? If so, how did you deal with it?
Have you ever reached a point where your house stopped working for you? What changed? If you’ve lived with illness, injury, or just getting older, what everyday obstacles have cropped up? What small “friction points” in your own home do you notice most?