I would almost definitely be living in a house my parents paid for and organized for me, if I didn't get married to a woman who pretty much took over all the things they used to do for me.
-Pay the bills
-Pay the rent/morgage
-Cook my food (Otherwise you can bet I would be eating at a restaurant or getting take away every single night. Trust me I would have no problems cooking for wife, if I could actually think straight long enough to do it.)
-Pay the lawyers when I would get into trouble (that would happen at least once every ten years, I'll probably never get in trouble now that I am married and have someone to ground me.)
-Make my doctors appointments
-Do Just about everything for me, aside from wake up and stumble through another day. (Then again she wakes me up as well, or else I would probably stay up all night and sleep all day.)
I am either in a state of writing, or I am in a state of waiting to get motivated to write. I'm completely mind locked into one state, or the other. There is no in between for me. I'm 33 and never held a job and have gotten to the point where it doesn't even phase me so long as I write a few passages of writing a week, or even a few passages of writing a month, or so. Or, even just manage a little bit of editing now and then. I stay home when my wife works to unwind and decompress after spending four days of the week hanging out with her watching movies and general larking about.
I'm pretty lucky though, between my wife's ingenuity and generally high Life skills and a little support from my parents I have a lovely home on the outskirts of the city in what could certainly be called the Aussie Outback. So I have nothing really around me day to day except birds, trees, peace and quiet.
Yeh cognitive/neurological disorders are always a bundle of laughs. The funny thing is, I wouldn't trade the way I see Existence for all the money and power in the Universe. Not if it meant giving up the way I see Existence.