I live in the West Midlands area of England and here is a little of what it was like to be me not too long ago.
When i was a teenager i had a breakdown before i had the chance to get much education and was stuck living at home right through my 20s.

My life has been very embarrassing and sexually frustrating.
I am a reasonably good looking guy but not very tall and with no education and mental illness my late teens and 20s were no fun.

My social life consisted of following my mum around and i had to get pocket money to buy anything and was too unwell to go on benefits and for many years did not want to speak to the doctors about my problems.
On occassions i would become violent and this is why my mum made me admit that i had mental problems to her and she tok me to the hospital where i was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

I spent all of my time around the house and had mental nurses come and chat to me occassionally.
My brother and sister moved out and went to uni and my friends all moved away and went to university also.
I remember that i preferred winter to summer because i got hot really easily and in the summer time my mum would wear low tops and short skirts and this was frustating because she had a large chest and did not always wear underwear.
Also to add to my sexual frustration my mother loved to gave my bottom a good feel when she was walking near me or after giving me a hug but i never made too much of a fuss even though it annoyed me. I suppose it was her way of saying that 'my ass belonged to her' for want of a better phrase, to be fair she was right and i was in no position to leave home or deal with any changes at all. I spent my time watching tv and playing video games like a teeneager and hardly ever left the house. I was quiet, lonely and couldnt really concentrate properly, i didnt want to do any chores, and liked aggressive music and the louder the better. I was pretty scared that even in my 20s my mom was going to start spanking me if i did anything really bad but tried to avoid doing anything to upset my parents. The last thing i needed to worry about on top of everything else was getting a sore bum at my age. The feel of mums hand on my clothed butt was disturbing enough without anything more than that and the thought that my bare butt was going to end up over her knee was a serious worry to say the least.

Anyway this is a brief synopsis of my late teens and my 20s. I would be interested to know if anyone else could relate to my fears and struggles as unusual as they were.

Yours sincerely,

Tony