I am a 32 year old male and still live at home. A lot of it has to do with how much it costs to live where I do in NY, but the other part is my family guilt trips me all the time when I mention living on my own. I live with my dad (74 with parkinson's), Mom (65), Grandmother (88) and aunt(62 with mental disability). As you can see they are all older and need help around the house and that help is me. I know it's family and I should step up and take care of everyone, but I feel like I'm never going to start my own life and they always say "You better never move out" as a joke, but I know they really mean it.

It makes me feel bad that I want to move out and leave them, but I can't just live in a tiny room all my life. I seriously don't have that much room, everything I own is in the bedroom I've had since I was born. I brought it up a few days ago about moving out and the next day my grandmother fell and it was only me and my aunt home. I was the only one who could get her up. She busted her nose and bleeding. I got her paper towels and a cold compress. The whole day and night and the next day, all I heard was the "This is why you better not ever move out" and "We should build you an apartment lol".

I hate my brother got move out and start a life, find a wife and just seem to be doing his thing. I can barely meet women and when I do, I have no place to bring them. The walls in my house are paper thin. I just want to move out, start my own life, do my thing but I can't. I'm stuck here.