I grew up in poverty on a council estate, my parents always tried very hard for us not feel poor but my siblings and I always knew.
We lived in a really cramped tiny house, never heated enough, no pantry of food, mostly hand me down clothes and at least 4 in a bed.
Which truly was awful, I always ended up on the edge. Still to this day and even as I type, I still sleep on the edge on my bed(which is queen size).
We never had books or even just plain paper to colour or draw, we didn't have much but were well loved.
I worked hard at school, was the first in my family to go to uni and had a lot of luck in career/business. I am now in a position where I am comfortably off but feel a fraud/underserving.
I alway vowed that when i grew up I would always have food in my house, and now I have a really well stocked pantry, which gets rotated.
I also have more than 1 bathroom, because years of relying on just 1 with lots of people in a house really left a lasting impression(just think periods).
It was super important to me to become mortgage free as soon as possible, as the idea of debt really terrifies me.
We used to have bailiffs visit my house as a child and they were always seriously nasty people(some would laugh,talk directly to us children and say they were going to takeaway our house!).
I paid off my mortgage in my late 20s early 30s, I don't use credit cards but do have them.
I really don't feel very comfortable buying myself stuff, I rarely do and even then shop in the sale. I do buy things which are meant to last, and seldom change things which are still working.
I do like to always have savings, the thought being poor again still causes me anxiety.
I did however take on some children in my family (parents were disinterested) who would have grown up like me, under my wings and raised them. Sent them all to private school, took them holidays, gave them swimming/sailing/flying lessons and books.
In a way it was a cathartic experience for me because I gave them the childhood that I has always wanted.
And it was eye opening for me, I had preconceived ideas of the type of people that sent their children to private schools. I was shocked at how normal people were and how much no cared about money or status as such.
Before the first child started school we got the welcome pack, inside was information about the schools secondhand uniform sale.
I was incredibly shocked because that concept of wearing secondhand clothing, in my inner London sink school would have been totally alien.
If I had worn secondhand clothes, my god the bullying in my schools would have been atrocious. And I got bullied anyway, for never having deodorant or perfume.
Sorry I am rambling, but the fact that secondhand uniform was a totally normal part of school life, was a moment that really made me see my childhood in adult eyes.
I guess certain things stay with you, our anxieties and that sense of needing security. One thing i will say is that having financial means, does not equate to happiness. Outwardly people see me as someone who has (for want of a better word )'made it', but my childhood left a scaring impression on me.
So now i'm nearly 40, retired and reinventing myself.