I grew up in poverty.
Father refused to stay with my mother as I wasn't a boy. She was uneducated due to being ill as a child.
No money for extras. So imagine if something broke, like a washing machine. There wasn't a laundrette anywhere nearby. So hand washing it was. Smelly clothes because they didn't dry properly in the cold/damp flat.
Cooker breaks. This is essential. Manages to get a social loan but only enough to get a 2nd hand cooker. This is soon condemned by the gas board. Another loan, another crap cooker. If the loan has been for the 2 amounts combined, could have bought a new one.
Fridge breaks.
None of the items were new to being with.
Nothing we had as a child's as new. None of my clothes.
Once you're poor & up shit street financially you are fucked.
My mother didn't drive. We lived miles away from anywhere so only had the expensive corner shop.
I looked poor & was picked on at school.
I got a job when I was 16. Most of my friends had Saturday jobs. I couldn't afford the initial bus fare to town where they worked or the nice clothes to go for an interview. I managed to get a job in a local corner shop. For crap money. So I worked longer hours than my friends. They did 6 hours on a Saturday. I did 8 hours on a Saturday, 6 on a Sunday & 2 evenings. I started on £1.50 an hour. When I left, I was on £2.00 an hour.
So I didn't do very well in my a levels as I had to work to just get the basics.
This was 20 years ago but I would imagine things are the same now.
I am not poor now, my husband has a really good job. He's worked his socks off. He doesn't have many qualifications.
Nowadays getting a degree doesn't automatically get you a decent job.
I've got friends who have no idea from week to week how many hours they will be working. It's so stressful. They're job hunting, but there's not the jobs out there.
My children are all at school. I can't get a job as I've been out if the job market for over 10 years looking after my children. Luckily we can manage in my husbands wage. I have qualifications. And work experience. And volunteer experience.
It's bloody hard out there & clawing your way out of poverty is not easy. Poverty grinds you down. My mother will be poor till the day she dies.
Sorry, this is very long, but it's a subject close to my heart. I've lived it. I heard all this growing up. People's opinions of the poor haven't changed, it's just there's more ways of getting voices heard nowadays.