Before I turned eighteen, I was a child prodigy, and I could keep up with adult conversations about life before I was born as if I was there because I had an interest in and studied cultural history. When I was complimented on my manners, I jokingly replied that I inherited them from the British side of my family.
The day I became an adult, everything that made me unique was suddenly ordinary. Nevertheless, I still found identity as a young pup in groups often much older than myself.
However, that only lasted a few years. Still, I found identity as the city gal in an online group that caters to rural life.
In 2014 I moved with Mom to a gated community in the backroads of northcentral Florida, approximately ten miles from the nearest city. When that happened, I struggled to find identity but couldn't. Without an identity, I felt like I was slowly dying.
I pursued emergency preparedness, spiritual growth and joined a gun club with my mom. I remained a member of the online group mentioned above and joined online communities related to what Mom and I were pursuing. When I wrote about what we did, I would write, "Mom and I this" and "Mom and I that." After some years had passed, I began to see that I had an identity due to the relationship between an adult child and her mom.
Jeanette Isabelle