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So, I'm 23 years old and I live with my parents, and here's why. I suffer from multiple mental disorders including Schizophrenia and I'm not mentally capable to live on my own. My mother makes sure that I don't lose my sense of reality as well as make sure I'm keeping up with my health and hygiene and that I don't cause harm to myself and others. I know I sound like an adult child, but this is what mental illness does, there has been times where I would stay up all night because I thought there was a demon that visits my room at night and waits until I fall asleep to kill me and nobody will know because they're asleep. I'm afraid that if I move out on my own I might lose touch with reality all together. I talked about this with my mother a couple times and she's fine with me living with her as long as I need to.
I do have a job, I work from my bedroom as a part time medical biller and I trade stocks with my surplus money, and I put my money towards the house and hold my end, my mother makes sure I do my work because she's not only a medical biller too but she trained me as well. I go to the gym every morning and I do some Boxing, keeping track of my health helps me stay sane. I tend to dress really nice, you'll rarely see me out without at lease a well fitted shirt and jeans. I see a therapist at least once a month and hopefully get my mind to a better place so I can live on my own.
But I tend to get embarrassed and disgusted with myself when I tell people that I still live with my parents. When they ask why I do I usually tell them because of personal reasons because I don't like talking about my mental illness, I keep thinking one day they're going to round up the mentally ill and throw us in institutions and take our rights, so the only people who know about my mental illness is my mother and my therapist. I even avoid looking people in the eye because I keep thinking that if I do they can read my mind and find out my every secret.