A close friend of mine (whom I considered like a sister) had the same idea. She was 19, single Mum to a ds age 2, flat with nothing in it and desperate to pull herself out of that life by training as a nurse.
This is 4 years back.
She went to the jobcentre, and asked for help regarding the training to be a nurse thing, and they refused to help, telling her she was silly to want to do it with her poor education, and to perhaps choose a shop assistant trainee course instead. Now, I am in no way saying she would have got that response anywhere else, but that said my older dsil who was also a single Mum at the time asked for help in the place I am now, with also poor education/exams and having left school in the 80s, and she did an access course first, and is now a trained Nurse.
Anyway, thinking that she didn't want to simply give up, she auditioned for a TV channel who have girls on their station who are "babes" who answer phonecalls live. She was a pretty thing, and became quite popular. She started to make quite a bit, had her parents to look after her ds for her as it was funny hours. She would text me knowing I was up with new born ds, and ask me what to say to callers when she was tired (she was allowed a laptop, supposedly to answer tweets etc, but would be chatting away to me on Facebook. She started to take caffeine tablets at first. She was hanging around with a group of girls from the station, got into anywhere they liked, met a recent ex-husband of Jordan, living the high life. Met a guy who was her dream apparently.
He was a heroin addict. She had no idea of this at first, as he kept himself tidy, and as he didn't beat her up like her ds' dad had, she was smitten. Then things started to disappear from her flat. She blamed friends she'd had for years, blamed her own sister. Of course it was the boyfriend.
She then got into personal appearances at strip clubs here there and everywhere, and poached by another channel too. She was approached for glamour model work.
Then she turned up at my house at Christmas- we found her, in her car, at 6am, asleep on my driveway. She was totally out of it. Her teeth had rotted, her hair was straggly. But she was all full of the joys of the season, happy as ever, buying gifts for the dcs, taking us out for lunch. But you could tell she wasn't the same.
Sadly, what started out as a way to support her child and pull herself up to a better life, has turned into a life of prostitution, various prison stays, and at least 3 ODs where she was basically dead when she was found but brought back by paramedics. She lost her son, she has nothing. Not a thing. She looks at least 15 years older, and everytime I see a picture pop up on Facebook, I cry. She doesn't speak to me anymore, as I sent her a letter when she was inside at one point, begging her to get help, to let her Dad look after her when she got out. She saw this as me being "snobby" now I had moved to a "nicer area", so she wont speak to me now.
This is something which we all thought was fine to begin with, which we supported her in as we thought she was pretty savvy.
I am in no way suggesting that any of you would end up this way, but the guilt I feel over not saying "hell no" 4 years ago is immeasurable.
Sorry!