I have recently thought about my "strategy" how I cope with my ataxia. There is probably no right or wrong, just an observation.
As far as the general outlook is concerned, it seems that I am coping too well...I see no need to,sit in a corner and cry all day. True, I still work full time, use no (walking) aid, even sometimes ride my bike and the outlook to end up in a wheelchair should scare me. But in this case I can always evoke the image of the proverbial Syrian widow.
What is harder (but less important) are the inadequacies of daily life: balancing a tray in the canteen and steering clear off my coworkers, buttoning a shirt, unscrewing a screw or writing a sentence. I get impatient and grumpy.