It scares me. There is so much in adult life I can’t handle. I can’t go to the gym or store alone. I can’t keep up a house on my own. I’m pretty pathetic actually. I’m pretty sure if anything happens to my husband, I’ll be living in a group home. Stress is too much for me. I can hardly handle the stress of watching tv.
When I was young, I was very independent and lived on my own. I handled it well. But I can’t do it now. I feel bad for my husband that I rely on him so much. He’s so good to me. I’m fully devoted to him. He is the greatest man I’ve ever known
I used to live on my own even after sz but I was unmedicated and psychotic/paranoid. If my parents and brothers didnt take care of me I would have lived in group home and let the governmennt control my money as I have spending issues. I have a luxury life now living with my parents but the downside is that I feel like ■■■■ as I feel like I am a baby/intellectually disabled and need my family to take care of me.
I rely on living with my parents so much atm. My dad works hard every day and he is in his early 70s. I owe him.
I’m not sure if I feel bad about it, sometimes yea when I see it directly but mostly I’m like you, I just feel admiration.
I used to be successfully employed, did 2 colleges. I was in a car accident in 2001. Along with other traumas that I didn’t know about, the psychiatric team thinks trauma led to MI.
I moved to Virginia Beach, was recruited there, and I fell to pieces.
My Mom and Dad drove or flew in to the rescue. My parents divorced when I was 3 or 4.
Ultimately, my Mom and Dad both opened their homes to me. I chose Tennessee. Mom took care of me from October 2003 until she died from cancer.
I’ve lived on my own since my wife died in 2005. When I lived in Essex there was very little support. The stepdaughter I live near now was 3-3.5 hours away. I increasingly self neglected, but at the time it didn’t really register with me that I was doing so.
I live on my own here in Wiltshire, but get a fair amount of support from my stepdaughter and granddaughters. Without that help I’d struggle to maintain a decent ,if somewhat basic, level of independence.