I was born in a house that was built for the workers in the largest ironWorks in the world at a certain moment in the C19th (see Rape of the Fair Country)
We accessed the outside toilet through a trapdoor in the kitchen floor and the one room dwelling of an elderly lady on the ground floor
We moved to a brand new council house when I was 6 years old. It was amazing.
I passed the 11plus and went to grammar school, that was a changing point as was my family’s involvement in Anglican Church life.
I could not cope when I went to university at 18, left after a few months and then found my mileu in libraries.
When I got married our lovely neighbours cleared the paths of broken glass so I could go to the wedding limousine in splendour 😳🤣
Long story short, I went back to uni as a single parent, have a first class degree.
I love museums, theatre, poetry, art, music, the countryside, nature, gardening, reading, also parties and great nights out.
If I do a “what class are you?” Quiz I always get middle class!
I am not, I am proudly working class with a clear understanding of how society works.
But sometimes I feel like a fish out of water! I live in a post-industrial mining village and feel excluded from much of the culture here, local club, known each other from the day they were born. I am never sure if my sexuality, I am a lesbian living with my wife, skews my perceptions.
My middle class friends don’t share the fear of being a wages day away from poverty, an almost instinctive awareness of how fragile my lifestyle is.
However, I try not to allow the thought that I don’t fit in there to limit my life. I work hard to play a part in community life, I have wonderful family and truly amazing friends, many nice acquaintances. I believe you reap what you sow, and try to have a bit of a thick skin.
OP please don’t put yourself down, engage in local activities, be open to trying new things and you and your children will benefit. They and you will benefit from living in a “nice” place and you deserve this x