Ok, who decided that at the age of eighteen you become an "adult"... seriously, who actually thinks that eighteen year olds are mature enough to be able to vote, drink, get married etc... I really think that this needs to be reviewed.
Years ago, if you were of my parents generation, you were handed the key of the door as such on your eighteenth birthday and you went on your merry way. Moved out, got employment and probably settled down in your early twenties with the person you would spend the rest of your adult life with, raising your children and setting down roots (I paint such a pretty picture ;) But nowadays, it is more common that your "child" lives at home until their late twenties and continues their education well into their early twenties. Perhaps if they are lucky enough, they travel the World before settling down.
My eldest turned eighteen last week and the thought terrifies me. He is now classed as an "adult" and apart from the obvious benefits being cut, there really is no difference to when he was fourteen in my opinion. I still cook his dinner, do his washing and do a taxi service for him. He still attends school and will sit his Leaving Certificate in a few weeks time. I have the summer to prepare him for moving out as we have no university where we live and he'll have to live in Dublin when he goes to college. I have to let go of the reigns and let him figure things out for himself... He'll be responsible for feeding himself, making sure he takes his meds and generally keeping himself safe. No wonder I'm terrified! Yani has told me she's NEVER leaving home and thats a whole other issue to deal with...
It got me thinking to what the future holds for Munchkin and I hold the hopes that in fifteen years time I'll be having the same worries about her going to college and taking care of herself. That's the long term aim but who knows what her capabilities will be at that time. I think of friends whose children have more needs than Munchkin and wonder how they deal with their worries for the future and know how lucky I am to have my first in the starting blocks preparing for uni. I shouldn't think too far into the future as still have to secure a place for Munchkin in the ASD unit to give her the best chance at mainstreaming and inclusion so to think fifteen years forward is silly but unavoidable at times. After all, it doesn't seem that long ago that my manchild was a little boy...
