I relate to those who feel they've lost their chance for a childhood, though I'm thankful to be out of the one I had. The kind of maturity I have is strange; I've always had more mature tastes and behaviors than my peers, but it feels like now that we're adults, the gap shouldn't be so apparent. It's a lonely place to be.

But I wouldn't go back and give up my rights as an adult for anything. My choices are my own, and I believe I'm mature enough to make them. Though at the moment I'm kinda limited without transportation and work/income. But at least I can make the choice to take meds, get Medicaid, see a therapist, and go to the hospital if I'm suicidal. I didn't have those options when my parents made the choices.

Good thing our relationship's better now, because without them letting me live at home I'd be homeless on welfare at this point.