Okay, I just turned thirty. I’m really a grown up. Five years over what is officially considered ‘youth’. One of my favourite ten year olds informed me that I was ‘three times his age’ as he was teaching me how to use my new laptop … That whole sentence proves that I am approaching senility, doesn’t it?
I’m thinking that when you get past twenty four, it’s just your outsides that age. Your insides are still enjoying the party. I have a new appreciation for plastic surgery, as well as a possessiveness of my own teeth.
Freya
Peter Pan
Is it just me, or can having a physical disability that requires a higher than average reliance on others mean that those ‘others’ sometimes lose sight of the fact that we are adults capable of making and dealing with the consequences of our own decisions?
It’s something that I’ve encountered throughout my entire life and has been on my mind a lot lately. I can understand how the lines get ‘blurred’. On the one hand, I will always need help getting out of bed and for someone to pick me up off the floor when I fall over, on the other – and in stark contrast – I am headed toward 30, live in my own place and have always had a tendency to make my own decisions when its comes to my life, how I want to spend it, who I want in it etc.
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