Thankful
I read an article this morning that moved me to tears. For reference, this is the article http://www.sunjournal.com/national/story/1089626 and it in many ways, hit home for me.
When I was growing up, we had very little (or so I thought). I never had the "right clothes" and my parents were on food stamps and we never vacationed. In my under 16 year- ( Read more... )
When I was growing up, we had very little (or so I thought). I never had the "right clothes" and my parents were on food stamps and we never vacationed. In my under 16 year- ( Read more... )
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I kind of actually had an opposite experience--growing up, I didn't really realize that we were poor. Because I saw that there were homeless people, and hungry people, and you know as well as I did that we had friends who lived in much crappier apartments than we did. I always thought, "no, we're not poor. We have a TV. We've never had our electricity shut off. We're definitely middle class." Once it did occur to me, I pretended otherwise, got good at it, and have generally passed for middle class ever since. It's actually been kind of liberating for me to start acknowledging things (like, oh actually we lived paycheck to paycheck, got free lunch, got presents from a charity christmas tree, lived in subsidized housing, oh and actually were kind of homeless once for a couple days?)
But the point of your post is really really important: I was super lucky in a lot of ways, and even though I can identify with poverty I didn't have it HALF as bad as many.
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