Oh I knew we were poor. What I couldn’t understand was how come other people were not. I was popular with friends, so went to lots of different kids houses, I started always getting invited throughout my teens, and I’d always go. I mean it was shit at home, so why not.
I recall a group of us walking home one night and I must have been about 12 and one of our group said oh this is me, and went in, to this huge sandstone house, and I stood there looking at it so confused, my brain couldn’t work out how his parents could afford it, how they had this house, these cars. I was genuinely confused and so shocked.
I was thinking they are rich but how can they be, how do people become rich, I then started to realise as kids started to invite me, we really were poor, and it wasn’t just I had a sandwich of two bits of dry white bread and some crisps for dinner, as my parents couldn’t afford food. Or we lived in a council flat. It was the whole thing.
I started to realise people actually had proper evening meals. They had treats. Like fruit, or icecream, or soda. They had nice homes. They had stuff. And my life wasn’t the norm.
as I got to my late teens, I felt embarassed about it.i started working weekends, both sat and sun, from 16, so i bought my own clothes and shoes, worked full time in the hols, in a shop, and school kids get a lot of hols, I had much more disposable income than the kids who didn’t work and got pocket money, so I could go out, do stuff, buy stuff. My parents never asked for the money off me. They’d given me fuck all and were abusive, they never enquired about how much money I had, just glad I was out the flat I guess, and they didn’t need to subsidise me,
I then went ri uni and did the same again, got a grant,I didn’t need to. but worked seven days a week in the evenings and weekends, so again I was one of rhe richer students.
so I learned a lesson at a very young age, if I want money I had to earn it, and my focus was going to be on a career that paid. I have been successful in that. There is no joy in poverty and I never wished my child to feel the shame I did. Or the confusion. Not everyone can achieve it. I get that, but could my parents have, yeah, they could.