ME!
I had a lot of adverse childhood experiences which (along with late diagnosed ADHD) delayed my maturation process considerably.
I’ve essentially had to pay a therapist for years to help me learn how to deal with my feelings and be gentle on myself. To raise me!
My schooling was shit and I just grew up in a very ordinary boring town with low aspirations. Simply surviving was the aim of the game.
I knew I didn’t want to marry a local boy and settle down so I set about travelling, living all over the world, joining various scenes, clubbing, music I even had a stint living in a few different hippy communes.
After a few years in minimum wage jobs, I finally decided to apply myself to getting a degree and qualified in my 30s. This led to a professional wage and year by year I’ve started to grow up but it’s taken me a very long time.
I’m still renting.
I do cringe when I think of all the proper grown-up friends of DH who met me over a decade ago and I was so immature emotionally, financially and in every way really.
We used to visit them and I’d feel as though they were the adults in the room talking about grown up things like mortgages, savings and they’d have beautiful homes while mine was just a mish mash of bits like a teenagers bedroom spread out through wherever I was renting.
Its been lovely lately visiting them again and feeling finally more on a par with them. It shows me how hard I’ve worked on myself.
I needed to be on safe/ non- triggering/ chaotic ground for long enough to coax my brain out of fight or flight in order to start making a success of myself and I feel that finally in my 40s I’m there.
It’s never too late!
PS lots of adult things are not necessarily good.
Having a kid is only good if you have the emotional capacity to raise them well with a partner who is genuinely invested in working as a team domestically.
Having a mortgage is okay as long as you’re not killing yourself trying to pay it off. Sometimes the European renting model is better to help people live within their means.