Why does it constantly feel like I am being looked at like a child by everyone I know. Like I am small and fragile and I am just too fucking precious to know what’s going on. I am not a child in an adults body. I am an adult. I spent more years out of my life moving from place to place then most 50 year old’s ever do. I’ve packed more boxes and said more goodbye’s then should be reasonably necessary. I survived with the constant fear of homelessness hanging over my head for years and years on end and I didn’t have friends around to give me support to encouragement.
So why do I feel like it’s a constant effort to prove I’ve earned my prized ‘adult award’? Why yes, here is my bank account! It even has money in it! This is me grocery shopping, and buying toilet paper just like adults do. Look, I am at the bottle return like an adult! Here, this is my steady boyfriend. Sometimes we even kiss and stuff, like adults! Did my graduation slip from teenager to adult get lost in the mail? Am I suppose to have some sort of business card I can present to friends and family that reads: