He lives with my grandparents and being that my grandmother has been through a lot, including recovering from breast cancer about a year ago, she told me he would disinfect the restroom every time he had to use it while being sick, he'd even tell her that she may disinfect it again if she feels it's necessary.

That being said, they never got sick. Neither one of them. And I didn't hug my uncle, we fist bumped, which is good because I didn't touch his clothes, which probably didn't have anything on them anyways, logically speaking. While I got a tiny bit paranoid using the restroom in my house, I was able to calm down completely as I managed to rationalize with myself by telling myself he isn't sick anymore and isn't shedding it.

And I actually had my first therapy session last Wednesday and will be coming back to it this upcoming Wednesday. I don't believe it'll get rid of my fear, but I don't mind that at all. It's the anxiety I want to get rid of, as I was living rather normally for the past 3 or 4 years, including the beginning of this year, so I'm doing this to go back to my post-anxiety lifestyle.