How old were you when you moved out of your parents’ house and why did you?

[Junaluma]

I was 25. I lived at home during university but I met my then DP while I was at university. I guess I moved out as I wanted to start a life with my now DH! Still see my parents on once a month or so.

What about everyone else?

18 to go to university.

15 moved into boyfriends mums
then had to go back as he wanted to end things
then 17 as me and DM fell out over marmalade, never went back

16 they were abusive I didn't have a choice.

I was 18, to escape to university. I came back after graduation and left again as soon as I could.

19 the first time, then again at 24 to go to university, came back in 2nd and 3rd year, finally at 29 moved out properly (bought a flat with my ex) and haven't been back since no matter what life throws at me.

18 for university. Home for holidays.
Moved out permanently at 22, no room for me back at home. Younger teenage siblings would not have gone back to sharing long term to accommodate me. And would have been hell to live with if they had been made to.

I was 22. I lived at home for my first year of uni as I continued working in a job I had prior to start university. I met my partner at the start of my second year, we moved in together months later in a rented flat. We bought our house around 4 years later.

17 because I thought I was in love despite everyone telling me it was a bad move.
I learned the hard way. Moved back at 18. By 20 I moved back out and that's been it.

17
Female 'parent' was an abusive cunt

Best thing I ever did

21yrs, to move to London and get a job after finishing my degree.

18 to go to university, home for holidays. I stayed in university city after graduation.

19, left for university and never looked back. Noisy, chaotic house (4 kids) and I prefer peace.

I’m dating a guy who has moved back in with his parents to fund a Masters. He’s an only child so there’s lots of space, and his parents understand boundaries and give him privacy etc. In that scenario, I can see the appeal of living with parents into one’s 20s and 30s - it’s just like being a lodger who doesn’t pay rent.

25, because I was pregnant with my first child. Moved out at 25 weeks pregnant.

18 (just) for uni. Never went back other than for visits, my halls tenancy rolled straight into private let for y2 and y3, then I stayed in uni city for work. Have moved back to hometown since but very much seperate from my parents.

Dc 25 left and came home again, dc 21 still at home, dc 21 mostly lives at his girlfriend's, dc 18 hopefully uni in Sept.

I was 19 and went off to nurse training and lived in the nurses home, which was compulsory at the time (1970s).

I never went back.

16, nearly 17

My mother, if you can call her that cos I don't often, was mentally abusive. At 43 I'm still suffering the after effects of her mental torture. And I've had therapy twice.

She was so bad that teachers and friends parents reported her to social services. Unfortunately she would play the poor mother card and make me out to be the one at fault. As a result I went through what was termed as difficult child therapy but what was actual torture and the more I asked for help, the more they shouted at me and told me I was a dreadful delinquent.

She constantly put me down to the point a friend's mum, who is honestly more like my mum than my actual one, told her during a parents evening that she couldn't get why she was so negative about me when every teacher praised me and I was genuinely a lovely kid (I didn't dare not be or else). To that she replied that my PE teacher had said I lacked interest- it was PE!

She went as far as to change my GCSE options without telling me and I was unable to switch back.

My dad was a useless prick and believe it or not I'm more angry with him than her, he could've intervened but didn't.

She is by the far the most vile person I've ever known. I still question myself around people and I'm always shocked when things go well or people like me. I have severe anxiety and trust issues, as I'm always waiting for people to shit on me. Mainly because when she was nice I would be so scared and usually right to be.

I genuinely always say if it wasn't for certain teachers and friends and their parents I think I would have ended my life by 13.

There's nothing worse than being rejected by your mother.

I'm now a company director with my own business and outwardly you'd think I'm steely confident. But my DH and close friends know I second guess everything and expect failure and blame constantly. I'm aware it's not healthy as well.

Years later I asked social services for a review of my case and the lady who did it said now I would be removed without question but back then if you had two married parents, one in work who owned their home and kept it clean, you were fucked. The guy who did the delinquency course was struck off years later. I was let down so many times

They needed my room.

I was 17, for university. I'd definitely left, though -- two of my sisters moved into my room, and when I came home for a short visit in the vacs, it was very much for a visit, and I slept on the sofa or on an airbed.

18 for university, tho back in the long holidays.
21 for good, when I graduated and got a job 100 miles away.
That was nearly 40 years ago. Never been back and never wanted to.

17 left for university and never came home. After uni I worked abroad for a few years and when I came back to the UK I rented with friends for a few years.

I was a boomerang!

Moved out at 18 to go to university and then straight to a job in London.

Brief spell at home between leaving that job and deciding to retrain, maybe 6 months before moving back to London for my course.

Age around 27 ex and I decided to move back to our hometown - we both moved in with my mum (at her invitation) for around 9 months till we saved/ found our own place.

Age 30 that relationship imploded in quite a dramatic way, moved back in with my mum for around year then moved abroad.

Just over a year later was sadly back - this time to care for my mum as she was terminally ill, and I stayed until she died.

14 for boarding school as an international student. Went home for holidays. Then university then into rented accommodation. Haven't lived full time with parents since that age.

18 because I wanted independence. Moved into a bedsit and worked my way up to a mortgage free house at 44.

18 for uni and never went back. It was a delight to escape. 😊

18 for uni, just went back for summer holidays whilst studying. Graduated in May when I was 21 and left permanently that September for a job in a city hundreds of miles away.