I guess there really is an MS gait. When I was in my late teens I dated a young man who broke up with me because I seemed to walk “very carefully,” and he didn’t want to get involved with someone who had a serious illness. This, of course, was decades before I was to be diagnosed. I simply told him that what he felt was an indication of disease was actually called “poise,” and that I couldn’t get involved with a man who didn’t know poise when he saw it. Actually, though, I think he flattered himself that we might get “involved.”