Long post now, from the heart. The funny thing is, I am comparatively ancient and started work in 1990, when I had a 3-year-old. And it's always been like this for me.
For nearly all of that time, if you take the childcare off my net pay, I have worked for considerably less than an au pair would have earned for considerably fewer hours as an unqualified employee. Yet I was not entitled to offset these costs against my tax liability even though it was clear they were directly incurred as a result of me going to work. I should also point out that I was a single parent for some of this time as well.
I kept going because of all the arguments people use about being 'better off in the long term', plus even the paltry au pair type salary I was left with was badly needed. It was better than nothing. At one point however I was working for -£4000 a year when the two boys were both in nursery, before the days of tax credits. These deficits all end up as bank loans, and need to be paid off later, so invariably I am always running behind. And I tell you, if it happens to me it will be happening to other people, because I am very good with money.
I also found that I was continuously discriminated against for being a mother in the 1990s. Typical conversation with first boss:
Me: "I have just found out I am paid half what everyone else is for the same work. Why is this?"
Boss and father of three: "Because you are a mother and can therefore only concentrate half as much on your work".
I also found that because I used to have to cobble together different contracts to make up a full week, employers continually used part-time employment loopholes to minimise their pension liabilities in relation to employing me, which only changed when the regulations were altered about 5 years ago. So even though I have been working full time for 18 years, I have only managed to accrue about 7 years of pension whilst blokes I graduated with have managed to get the full amount. Yet we have worked the same hours at similar levels of responsibility.
During all this time I tried and tried again to get work with a better contractual basis and which gave me a better margin financially, but it proved impossible. And I tell you ladies, I am pretty indefatigable, interview brilliantly, and I am extremely well qualified to boot. I have also gone to the trouble of challenging all this discrimination through channels such as the union and so on, time and time again, and this did little to really improve things, and a few times I just ended up being bullied at work by bosses (another story there) who decided I was 'trouble'.
I think it came to a head recently when I was talking to a physio on her couch as she was treating me, and we were comparing salaries. I found that even in my relatively senior academic post in a leading university, I earned for a 50-hour week what she was able to make for three days a week flexible working to accommodate her kids. Now I am not a great advocate of the politics of envy but at this point I burst into tears on her couch and felt sick at the utter unfairness of it all. Particularly because her DH happens to be a GP and earns considerably more than my DH since the new contracts came in, again for considerably fewer hours and less responsibility.
So summing up, we have to ask the big question - if it was so poorly paid after childcare, why work?
- Because I believed the capitalist myth. I spent 18 years believing things could only get better, but due to to increasing regulation, childcare costs escalated rapidly opver my working life, which meant they actually didn't get better.
- Due to improved gender equality since the 1944 Education Act, I have now been so well educated that staying at home over a protracted period of time with children who frankly don't need me to do that was never going to be an option.
- I actually think it is important for women to have a public life and not hide at home, because then society is less dysfunctional and male-centric. So I believe it is my duty to go out to work and play a part on the national stage. We get the society we deserve, and the 'I'm all right Jack' aspects to the rhetoric of some yummy mummies (and their husbands) I come across on a day to day basis makes me sick to my stomach.
So this is why I have been typing in capital letters and threatening to bake combat muffins.