I Have a Confession

I am 22 years old. Go ahead, call me a baby. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to change your mind. After all, how is someone who was never taught, exposed to or even remotely allowed to experience any adult things before she turned 18 supposed to act? Not like an adult. It hurts me when people tell me to grow up or get out because for my entire minorhood (ages 1-17) I was treated like a child, not a growing child, mind you, just a simple, little, innocent child. Then, when I turn 18, all these responsibilities I'd never had before get dropped on me. Never have I had to look for a job, never had I ever paid a bill, never have I written a resume. But lord forbid should I turn 18 and not know how to do any of these things. I don't know what my parents were thinking when they decided to keep me from adult things until I became an adult, but it didn't turn out to there liking, for now I am jobless and living with my dad and his wife, living off of unemployment checks and going to a community college. Not really how I visualized my first few years of adulthood. No one wants me for a job either. I am independent, have no respect for authority, hate menial, meaningless tasks, and monotony, and lack the ability to be on my feet for more than 30 minute incriments. Who'd wanna hire me? The only person that understands me and truly, and I mean truly, accepts all of me for who I am is not my pet, not my dad, not my mom. It is in fact, my boyfriend. He accepts me exactly as I am with no intention of changing me. Enabler he may be, but that's why I love him, for the simple reason he loves me, all of me, exactly as I am.