Now don’t get me wrong I don’t technically have a curfew however the care that I need usually means I have to be home for a certain time. At least as I begin writing this I am sat on the bus, several hours after this time. Though by the time I finish this post I will likely be home. As my journey on the bus is short so I don’t think I will have the time to finish the post before I get off.

I do apologise as I finish writing this it is in fact the next day. That is the cost of staying up late. I slept 11hours and woke up tired. Not forgetting that ih the middle of this I had my care.

It’s odd getting to be our when you want to be, especially when your body isn’t used to being out. Your brain is like woo, we’re out being an adult, this is awesome. Your body I’d like when do we get to go to bed?

My body is used to the curfew pushed on to me. This makes it hard fo brake even when I want to, despite never wanting it in the first place. This makes it seem like I choose the curfew even though I didn’t. Then it can be even harder to argue not needing it. Though in all honesty while I don’t need or want the curfew because I have carers I will always have it.