Over 18 Aspies

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I'm way over 18 (44 to be exact), but I'm posting here because I was living alone, and stuck in a bad spot when I was 17. My mother had a debilitating stroke when I was 17, and my father died a year before that. I had an aunt who lived with us, but she was working and did her own thing, and basically I was living alone as far as housework, shopping, home maintenance, etc. I did OK with all of it except the money. I was too immature to handle that so well, and luckily my aunt took that over and made a better situation for us that way.

I guess if I hadn't been forced into an independent lifestyle instantly at 17, I'd have done better waiting awhile at home, and been able to work awhile and put some money away first. So that's basically what I'd tell anyone here now. Don't be in a hurry to get out of the house, unless of course you're in an abusive situation, in which case you should get out YESTERDAY. Otherwise, take it slow and easy, and maybe even make an agreement to rent and pay for your room formally from your parents, and live like it was an apartment, and that way you'll be 100% ready when you do move out. If your mother does laundry, pay her like you would a housekeeper, etc. Not only will that show a lot of respect to your parents, it will give you the skills that I did not have, when the real world comes down on you.

Charles

I'm 22 and want the hell out of my house.

I'm 20 and am living in university residence, but sometimes I stay at my boyfriend's place for a few days. I am tired of living off my parents' money and am planning to get a full-time job as soon as this academic year is over. Then, perhaps I will work and continue university as a part-time student.

I am 28 and still live with my parents and fear the day they die. I can't live on my own due to my disabilities. I can't work. I am an artist and as most people knows that artists don't make any money. I also don't drive for multiple reasons. At least I am not alone in living with my parents at my age. I have this terrible phobia of being poor especially when my dad retires and they die, leaving my brother and I alone. All I make is a few hundred dollars a year with my art (for myself and in May I had the biggest month in my entire life and that was still under $800 which is poverty!) and $674 with SSI payments. Even combined with my art, its unlivable unless I want to live in the bottom of the world in 3rd world conditions in America. I hope my brother can take me in when my parents die. I also hope my brother will make good money. OK I just had a delusion. My brother has this "business" that makes my art looks like I make a lot! He even makes less than me. My art business makes a couple of thousand mainly at shows gross profit before taking my portion and the booths and supplies. Like I said before I only make a few hundred a year for myself. That is where the saying "starving artist" came from.

I don't know what I'm going to do either. I don't work. I don't drive so any job I got I'd have to walk to or take the bus. I have no education or experience to get a job. I have no money or insurance so I can't even try to get a diagnosis and get disability even if I even qualified. Plus doing that would involve talking to people and leaving the house, getting a job or disability.

I lived with my parents until I was 21 then for 9 years I lived at 10 different flatshares in a different city.
Since I turned 30 I was able to get a place of my own and have lived quite happily alone since then.

I'm in grad school and live with roommates. It sucks. I want to live alone but I live in a ridiculously expensive city.

I lived totally on my own in apartments from 18 to 23, then I had to move in with my grandparents, but I didn't live in their house, but in a travel trailer in the back. Then my grandpa split off part of his property, and my parents built a house, and a small cottage for me in the back. I moved in to the new house when I was 30 in 2005. The only reason I can't live in an apt now is that it's too expensive where I live. Rent has gone up a LOT here from the 90s, when I first moved out. I can't work a regular 9 to 5 job, because my meds make my sleep patterns careen wildly, sometimes I sleep 7 hours then the next night I'll sleep 14. Also I get SSI and work rules are VERY restrictive. I've tried to start my own business but got nowhere.

^ I don't know what your life is like , but death is a taboo.

I live alone because of my disability tax credit , I've managed to find a low-level white-collar job in the gaming industry , basically as an assistant game mechanic.

I've mostly lived with someone else who took care of all the bill paying and stuff until I was 36 (I'm 41 now).
For the past 5 years, I've lived alone. My dad still helps me, giving me money, but I do my own actual paying of bills & rent. It gets stressful sometimes, but I manage to stay on time with most stuff.

I actually really like living alone, because I don't have anyone messing up my routines. Another person in the house would be a random source of interruption. I don't know what I'll do when & if I ever get a girlfriend. She's going to have to be very understanding of my AS. The last woman I lived with, she was constantly insecure of me neglecting her. She really didn't "get me" much. I guess that's why it ended.