I often think maybe I'm just developmentally stunted. Not emotionally, or intellectually, but something that develops a little later. I've never heard of it framed as a developmental issue, but that's what it feels like. I fear that wandering alone in the wilderness might not be the right way to learn how humanity works.
I feel this constant angst, because I am not independent. I could have the rug pulled out from under me at any moment, for whatever reason, and I have no faith in my ability to survive if that happens. I think it would be a little crazy to have such faith, knowing myself a little better than that, and just how badly I'd likely handle the stress.
I find it very difficult to allow myself to be immersed in anything, lest I wake up to find myself in such a situation. An obsessive hyper-vigilance, and a hesitance to even fight it, as I'm not entirely sure there isn't good reason for it. Could be stress hormones misfiring, could be frighteningly rational, I don't know. Better to keep obsessively worrying about it, just in case.
I could figure out how to build myself a shack, plant myself some crops, fish if it came to that, but of course, I'd have to buy land first. Pay taxes. I feel like I was never ready to be an adult, earn a living, be a part of civilization. I don't know that I can get a job, or work if I had one. I feel like getting out of bed every day is just about all the responsibility I trust myself to handle, and there are some days when even that feels like pushing it. It's the zillion interactions involved in getting anything or anywhere.
I've managed to bounce around for twenty years in spite of this, grinding through as few such interactions as possible, but I've been shaken from just accepting it, by realizing how fragile this stability can be. I'm not comfortable being dependent on the whims of my psychotic clown government, and this is the very same issue that prevents me from just leaving. I need to learn to how to function as an adult human among humans.
Maybe taking growth hormone has something to do with why I'm feeling this need more. Maybe it's interacting with cortisol in some way, and I'm not used to it. Maybe coincidence. It's like there's been this new chemical reaction going on inside my skull somewhere, that looks a lot like, "Wait, I have to worry about my own survival?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
Whatever the case, it doesn't seem to be enough to overcome the fact that I never learned how to do this properly. There's doesn't seem to be anything in particular to learn, though. This is why it seems more developmental. Like my brain was supposed to shift into a different gear, but it never did that. I don't even know what starting to move in that direction is supposed to look like.