When did you first realise you were an adult?

I’ve racked my brain and I honestly don’t know the answer to this question.

I think I started to pretend to be an adult when my daughter was born and gradually progressed to actually being one. Nowadays my daughters are the adults and look after me as though I'm the child. I'm 70 and completely fit and able with a husband and plenty of hobbies but still I feel like the infant with my girls.

I realised in my teens that I had crossed over to adulthood when I voluntarily sat and chatted to a distant and very prim relative who came to visit instead of skulking off to my room to wait until she'd gone!

When I started work aged 15.

I think it was when I started work as an office junior. I earned £4.10.0 a week and had to give mum half of it. Then my busfares came out of the rest. Somehow I managed to save enough to buy a new outfit once a month. I also felt very grown up when I had my first baby in Germany. I had no family to turn to, so I had to struggle though.

Well, I'm 73 and still waiting...

At 17 when I left school and my mum said go get a job - I had expected to have my 6 weeks summer holidays first ?. It was fully driven home when I realised later that year that I had to go back to work the day after Boxing Day. Many years later I was grateful to get out of the house and actually work on Boxing Day!

When at 17 I passed my Driving Test 1st time & bought my 1st car (Penny Insurance Policy would pay out at 18) with a Bank Loan guaranteed by my Mum. I lived-in as a waitress & my Parents lived in a small village. The freedom to go where I wanted, when I wanted provided I could pay for the petrol Petrol at 6/8 per gallon.

At 50 when my dad died and I became an orphan. I think you're always a child whilst your parents are alive.

When I was about 26 and both my parents died of cancer in rapid succession (within a couple of months) and I had to do all the organising for both funerals, get all the necessary documents together to apply for probate, sell the house and buy another.

Dad - being an accountant - had taken care of all the domestic paperwork, bills and anything remotely to do with legal bits and bobs up until then.

It was an extremely steep learning curve!

Adult not yet anyway ....confirmed by a discussion with my 10 year old granddaughter who after a discussion about something said to me "whose the adult here" and I said guess it's you !!!!!

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I find this a difficult one as parent divorced and often left to look after 3 younger brothers cook clean etc the youngest just a baby, but I think it really hit me I was an adult when got married and had my own daughter, husnabd aften away for work months at a time and juggling housework night feeds money and often seeing no one for days at a time.

The first time I decided not to get out of the bath to answer the phone.

Going on an inter-city train by myself.

Adult? who, me? 72 and still working on it!

When I passed my driving test very soon after my 17th birthday. There was no money for lessons so Dad had taught me on an old airfield. I was brilliant at manoeuvring and had about three weeks experience of actual roads.

Pretty recently actually... I'm 77 ...
after the funeral of my last remaining aunt it became obvious all my (younger) cousins now regarded me as their go-to relative ...i was astonished ... I'd taken over from auntie... glad to be in a position that they thought of me as their "port in a storm" ...
so i'm now a genuine grown up ...

When I was at college and met my first serious boyfriend at almost 20. I knew I was grown up, but at the time I wasn't yet of age and my parents and the College Principal tried to stop me seeing him.

Adult.....Errrrrm......not yet

When I got married the 1st time and moved from one end of the country to the other. I was only 19.

Pregnant at 17, married within 3 weeks, I grew up overnight. (We are still together after 57 years)

Commuting to London on the train aged 15 to start my first job as a Window Dresser with my friend who was on her way to her job in Kings Road, also 15. We thought we were so grown up!

I was eighteen. There was a knock on the door and I answered it. On the doorstep was a young man canvassing for the general election. He asked me if I was going to vote, and tried to convince me that the Labour party were the ones to support. After he'd gone I realised that he hadn't asked to speak to a parent, that's when I felt grown up.

When I was allowed to stay at home on my own (aged 15) when the rest of the family went away for a weekend and I didn't want to go.