When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

I really wish I had a better for this question, but I just don’t.

I want to say it maybe it’s the first time I made a phone call, and I didn’t even ask my dad if he would do it for me. Phone calls are always something I have struggled with, thank you very much anxiety for that one.

Maybe it was the first night I spent in my own flat, though that just seems like a cliche, and honestly as I write this I can’t even remember it.

Maybe it’s the first time I got lost, and didn’t need to call my parents to get home again. In fact I have to say that didn’t cross my mind.

It’s weird being a disabled adult, having grown up as I disabled person. At least in my experience, you are told one day you’ll be an adult and be able to do what you want whenever you want, while constantly being reminded that you’ll always need help from others.

It’s bizarre to know that there are some people in the world that will never see me as an adult, just because of my disability. To be in situations where people still look to my sister or whoever else I am with, before me.

To know that no one expects me to be a proper adult. That the idea of being seen as one is inaccessible to me. And while you might see the term, a proper adult’ and think it is nothing more than a social construct. You are right, but so is an adult and adulthood, and I promise you the idea of proper adult is just as real as the idea of any adult. Take it from someone who has to fight to be seen as either, who the world still wants to see as a child. Adulthood feels inaccessible.

It’s extremely difficult to know that the only way I’m going go be seen as adult is by believing I can be one and therefore acting like one. While at the same time definitely not feeling like an adult. No one but me is pushing me to be a proper adult, and that makes it hard to be anything close to an adult sometimes. Honestly no one would care if I stopped trying to be seen like an adult. So I have to care.

That said, I don’t know if I’ll ever truly believe I’m an adult. For that matter, does anyone? Do you, whoever you may be reading this, believe you’re an adult? Do you think that you’re own belief in whether or not you’re an adult, effects whether you are treated like an adult? Proving that you yourself are not from a infantilised minority, like those who are disabled, I can’t see how it would, but I would be interested to know.

I don’t know if I’ll ever truly believe I’m an adult. But I know that I owe it myself now and to my younger self to try to believe it. To act like an adult, so I’m treated like an adult. To act like a fully formed person, so others see my value as one.

Was it Shakespeare that said “all the world’s a stage”? That is a genuine question, don’t be mad at me but I really can’t be bothered to look that up right now. But I think what that means is that everything’s an act, that everyone is acting. That everyone is pretending to know what they’re doing in life. When really none of us know anything at all.

So maybe we’re all just secretly children pretending to be adults. I know I feel that way most of the time. But my life has taught me that it’s more important for some of us to be better actors, to perform on stage better, than others. Though maybe if we’re all aware that we’re acting, there might just be a little less stage fright.