Well said tazmosis.
I have just been reminded, off MN, of my views when I first joined MN back in 2004/early 2005. I used to say the blanket "on benefits - get a job". Life threw exH and I that curved ball later in 2005 (though we never went onto benefits or claimed what we were entitled to at the time and lived horrendously for some time as a results). Since then life has thrown me personally a couple of mre curved balls, the subsequent curved balls have been easier (mentally) to cope with (in general). BUt it was that first curved ball that really shook me up, I fell off my little pedestal and, even though not actually claiming any benefits, had a very hard, very sharp shock. It was a wake-up cal.
I don't think I ever denied poverty existed in this country, but I failed to see the arguments about why/how it existed, especially given my 2 1/2yrs living in a country where absolute poverty existed (And actually we were very very poor for a short period of time (about 8 months, the last 4 months of that especially bad) there as well - scary times those were).
It was only when the realities smacked me fair and square in the face that I opened my eyes and started to see. Then the curved balls kept coming and I saw more and more, and now, well.........for starters PLEASE can the bowler just throw some normal balls of me at least for a year or 2.......I'm back on my feet, just, but then rather like tamosis, I had a good education behind me, I'm (fairly) intelligent, and literate (though my English writing skills often leave a lot to be desired
). And I'm hoping to get a little of the foundations to a better life (like I used to have ) back in place later this year with a job.
However, it's a pretty depressing thought to know that, unless I hit the employment jackpot, I will stilll be heavily reliant on benefits to maintain a basic standard of living for my DS's.
I dream of the day when (like this morning) I look at the DS's school trousers and realise they're riding above the ankles, and then in the afternoon, after school, or at the weekend I go out and replace them straight away. Instead, despite my "comfortable" (by my standards - which I hasten to add are quite low - 2 weeks in a council flat, and 1 week in someone elses house was a bloody dream holiday for us last year
) I've had to telll DS2 that I'll replace his new trousers during the Easter holidays.
I dream of a day I get a letter home about a school trip, and then at the next opportunity to visit an ATM I withdraw the cash and send it in, instead of ticking the "my child will be going on this trip and I will send the money in at some point before a date 5 weeks away".
I dream of the day when DS2 and 3 won't rely solely on handed down clothes from DS1. Especially as when DS1 outgrows something it goes through the wash, and then goes straight onto DS2. They don't complain, but sometimes a DS3 (3) will have a "new" (handed down) top on and DS1/2 will say "I remember wearing that" (DS1 and 2 are 10 and 7).
I dream of the day when I will pay all my rent, and bills, and buy food entirely with mney that I've earned..............it will happen one day...............maybe