Im from a poor council background. The opportunity wasn't there for us to gain much qualifications. I did one year at college and thats it!
I was given the opportunity to go onto a higher level but had to do another 2 years at college, however my mum wanted about £25 a week board money and i didn't have that so i couldn't progress onto the next level. I had to get a job. ANY OLD JOB. Ended up in low paid jobs for years.
No money to move out as i were paying board and on a crap wage (i think it was £3.60 an hour back then for under 21s)
It was only when i met dh that i managed to escape poverty.
Growing up in poverty is shit. I had years of depression which i believe is due to it. Shoes didn't fit properly, no opportunities to better yourself etc.
Schools were crap in our area, my mum couldn't be arsed to attend parents evening as the school was a 40 min walk away and we didn't have a car.
Homework never done, it was never checked by my mum.
I left school with appalling G.C.S.E’s and my mum wasn't bothered. I remember sitting with a tutor crying at college begging her to let me do a level 2 childcare course (you had to have certain G.C.S.Es) i didn't have the minimum requirement to do it.
They actually let me do it! I got a distinction in that course (the highest level you could get) but i couldn't go onto the next level due to the board money i was expected to pay.
It used to really annoy me that she had children when she couldn't afford to give them a good life.