...Oh Great Adult Caregivers...

So here I am, mid-20s, with a grad-school dropout tattoo on my psyche and a full-time gig as a caregiver to someone who prefers the role of a little...or whatever you call it these days. It's not that I have anything against it, I've seen worse in therapy sessions, but the concept never quite hit home for me until I was handed this responsibility. The irony isn't lost on me; here I am trying to get my life together while also helping someone navigate theirs in a different kind of way...It’s like being stuck in an episode of 'Adulting 101' but with an unexpected twist. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it's all consensual and respectful. The little-space stuff is something that works for them and they seem pretty happy about it. It just feels a bit...odd to be on the other side of things. Maybe it's because I've always thought of myself as quite independent, so this whole setup with someone relying on me in such an atypical manner throws my sense of self out of whack, even if only for the duration of our arrangement. So here’s my question: How do you handle when your personal values or outlook seem to clash ever-so-slightly with what you're providing care for? Is it just a matter of compartmentalizing...or is there more to it that I'm not seeing yet? ...