Some people can live at home with their parents without a
problem but I just can’t. I want a bit of privacy and (although I’d need
carers), being entirely independent from my family is something that I crave.
Not in a nasty way because I love them all of course. However, I feel having my
own space and not being in each other’s pockets would actually benefit the
relationship I have with my parents as well as my siblings. This won’t come as
a shock to anyone at home because lately, I’ve become agitated at the slightest
thing. I am just desperate for my own place.
Having a disability has meant that I have always felt like a
child. Whether that is because of the way some people speak to me or the fact
I’ve always been dependent on others for help, I don’t feel like an adult. Take
today as an example. I was over the park
earlier and a boy was blocking the path. His mum said “mind out and let the man
pass”. Pathetic but I was quite happy as people often think of me as a
‘Wheelchair Boy’ and if they do refer to me as a “young man”, it’s often tongue
in cheek. I think moving out would make me feel more grown up.
Like booking a holiday, securing a flat/bungalow that fits
my needs is rather difficult. Not impossible. I mean, if I became rich through
my writing, there would be no problem because the costs to buy are ridiculous.
It would be much simpler to purchase a place outright rather than rent and then
have it adapted. The plan at the moment is to find a ground floor apartment
with a landlord who doesn’t mind alterations being made, namely a wet room
being installed. No surprises that this is proving tricky.
So, if any landlords are out there who own a place on the
ground floor, please help me because I’m getting fed up at home. Like I said,
nothing against my family but I want to stretch out and become my own person. Before
people suggest council housing, it’s a waste of time bidding as they’ve put me
in band D (the same level as my sister who is working).
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