I live on benefits as a single mum in Ireland. I'm also doing a degee and working part time to free myself from benefits. My childhood was pretty dysfunctional and miserable. My mother shczophrenic and my father a child beating gambler.
Poverty was and if I'm being honest is still deeply embedded and imprinted in my soul. It was and still is part of my identity.
I'm 40 now but when I was 20 I remember as a single parent going to a back to work/education Government funded course. I was given a choice of hairdressing/electronic assembly or funiture upholstery. I wanted to do the computer course but wasn't permitted because I didn't have the 1oo pound course fee oh and I hadn't finished my secondary education.
I did the electronic assembly in the end.
Over the last 20 yrs, I have worked part, time full time, two jobs. Sometimes none, though in my defence when I didn't work I was busy spending up to two weeks in a psychiatic ward having a breakdown.
I have had the charity Vincent De Paul call to my home and give me hand me downs from clothes that from more well off people with fancy brand names. I was often ashamed to wear them.
I've had a "rich" boyfriend or two who eased the financial end of things but I always earned my keep! There are so many levels of poverity, it's hard to know where to begin. I want to applaud Custy for her typical spot on accurate analysis.
I'm not quite as far on in the way she says I can aspire too but I'm getting there !!!!!
Hopefully when I get my degree, I will work part time. I also still want to spend quality time with my son and who knows there might be something more that I can aspire to.
I'm sorry but I have a really lousy day ahead of me tomorrow so feel free to ignore this post.