I am 20 years old.
I usually avoid saying that because it can turn people off to what I have to say. All they can see for the rest of the essay is “young and naïve”, and I wind up being condescendingly told off by an older adult after sharing my opinion. With men my age they often receive encouragement for thinking about such big controversial things, a little pat on the back. But most people seem relieved when women my age stay silent. Don’t be angry. Don’t tell us how to live or how to do relationships. Just leave that to the adults of the world.
My whole life I have been too opinionated. Too intense. Too loud. I make people uncomfortable with my intensity. My passionate nature brings out the insecurity in authority figures. They never initiate conversations, assuming I think they have nothing to offer. When I need them to show up, when I need them to sit in their insecurity and lead me, the most hurtful thing is being told I pushed them away by being what they said they wanted us to be.