There are a great many things that need to happen when a child like CB turns 18 and is no longer a child. But, still is.
Transitions, they call them. Obtaining Legal Guardianship, applying to Social Services for Disability, going from pediatric doctors and specialists to adults, planning for what happens after school is done (in our case, at 21).
So, a recent conversation I had with someone regarding all this stuff went something like this:
"You haven't done all that yet?"
Because it represents her growing up.
Because I'm taking away her rights.
Because I'm scared and daunted and too emotional.
Because I don't want to think about the future.
Because I want her to stay a child forever.
Because I wish she wouldn't stay a child forever.
Because I need to live forever.
Because it's so, so much to think about.
"I dunno. Lazy, I guess."