real talk though i feel really bad about thinking about myself as ever having been poor because like... even at my lowest my grandma was a millionaire and she helped me pay my medical bills and my rent so i didn’t go into debt. i still could barely afford food--my parents bought me groceries on their credit card more than once--but i knew there were at least people out there who would make sure i didn’t become homeless.
not to mention, i realized near the end of senior year that my parents had squirreled away several thousand dollars back when they had money, and i had that to help me get an apartment after graduating.
it’s really confusing for me because in some ways i had a lot of support, but i still paid for my own college and stopped getting child support from my mom or my dad before my senior year. and i remember the fear and dread that came from having so little money in my account that i couldn’t afford a bus pass.
i’ve always felt stuck between an upper class and working class identity because on the one hand, my parents are educated and i went to a great school, but on the other hand WIC kept me fed for a couple of lean years when I was a kid. i don’t really belong in either group, and honestly i feel like too much of a weirdo to be at home in middle-class culture.
