I moved into a Colorado nursing home in 2017, when I was 66 years old. With my advanced multiple sclerosis and heart condition, I needed full-time help, but it was hard to get my head around the idea that I’d stay here for the rest of my life. The people around you don’t think you know what’s going on. You’re supposed to lead a sheltered life: Your meals are prepared for you. Your medicines are organized for you. Administrators schedule exercise, and they try to talk you into it even when you don’t feel like joining — they seem to believe you don’t know your own mind.