I’ve really enjoyed reading all the responses on this thread.

EasterJoy in particular, you really have a lot of insight into these matters. And Allegra - wow, I wish I’d gotten more of that sort of competency and mastery in my own upbringing. My parents never set out to cause me harm deliberately, God bless them, but they were new parents and my mom had physical and emotional issues, and they married late and I was their precious only.
So I got overprotected - and discouraged many times from taking initiative. I also have ADD but back in the day it wasn’t defined and so my impulsivity would result in bad consequences for which I was then shamed and criticized. So I’d white-knuckle it trying to not make impulsive decisions till I felt so stymied then I’d make one just to “break out” of the feeling of being in a rut, or in hopes of obtaining something I desired. And then another train wreck of consequences, rinse and repeat the cycle.
There were also times when my mom would notice another kid who was responsible and had self-initiative and get on a toot about it - why couldn’t I, for example, be like neighbor kid Charles who by 3rd grade got himself up with an alarm clock and got ready for school without being dragged from bed and nagged etc.? Well, perhaps because I didn’t have an alarm clock, could that be it? (I did get one by 7th grade or so.) I love my parents despite these all-too-human foibles, and miss them terribly now that they are gone to the next life. But it sure did get confusing at times!
As for feeling like an adult in the adult world, my results have been very mixed. I made a hash of my finances, never had a career, never married (though I don’t entirely blame myself for this one - it was difficult to meet men, much less proceed toward any kind of steady dating, engagement, etc.). In the last 5 years or so I’ve gone through some major upheavals, and though I can still be that scared little girl, I’ve noticed it’s becoming less often and there does seem to be an inner strength growing - when I trust in God, that’s absolutely the key. I don’t have so many times of crying and feeling like a little girl; if I’m upset, I feel more like a woman who is upset, but who will dry her eyes and splash some cold water on her face and re-enter the fray and keep fighting. Putting on her big-girl panties!
