Anonymous wrote:1.) When I was a sophomore in high school, the strap to my only bra broke. I had to safety pin the strap to hold it together. The mean girls noticed it in gym class, and would ask me every day for the rest of the year if I had a safety pin they could borrow. Awesome.
2.) Once on a sleepover, I ran out of pads and my parents didn't have money to buy me more, so I rolled up toilet paper in my underwear. (Yet, my mom never ran out of cigarettes).
3.)Once we had a roach infestation. Apparently some of the bugs stowed away in my backpack and crawled out during math class.
*deep breath*
I've never told anyone these things before. I could go on and on.
But I had an alcoholic family member who drank and had cigarettes every day.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thank you to everyone who has shared their stories. They are heartbreaking. I'm curious how you all were able yo break the cycle? How were you able to make better choices?
In my view, there is something about being poor that makes you try harder and take more risks. When you are wealthy, why try harder? Now, my family is comfortable. We're not wealthy, but we have what we need, can do some fun things, and have some money in the bank. As with another poster above, I wonder if my kids are spoiled, and wouldn't have their character improved by having less.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:* all of 4th and 5th grade we didnt have power.
* qualified for free lunch and like you OP would never get te lunch because then people would know.
*all thru HS we lived,literally, in a shack with roaches, rats and no AC or heat
* I never went to a single event in HS, including prom because there wasnt money to, and I was ashamed of my clothes
* I spent so many nights going to bed hungry that I push food on my DC. I'm so paranoid he might be hungry that now he's about 10lbs overweight
* as an adult I'm a terrible hoarder of things I never had as a kid- toothpaste, deodorant, soap/shampoo and feminine products being my biggest hoards
Where did you live? What are your circumstances like now? What about your siblings? Parents?
I grew up in Texas and Florida. Texas we were poor, in Florida we were dirt poor. My father just one day decided he didn't want to work anymore and so he didnt. I got a job at 15, but it went to help pay the bills.
It's been 25 yrs since I've spoken or seen my father and close to 10 for my mother. I am by no means wealthy, but I do very well and my DC has never known what hungry or cold or scared feels like. He is heavily spoiled. I keep telling myself I need to scale back on material things for him, and then the little girl me rears her head and I can't help it and buy whatever his heart desires
Anonymous wrote:Ziplock bags over my shoes, tied with rubber bands, instead of snow boots. Mom's idea. I was in second grade and thought it was brilliant. Until everyone made fun of me.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think food stamps (or snap) is now provided with a debit card, so hopefully this diminishes some of the shame for people (kids and adults).
It is and the current farm bill in the house is trying to significantly cut funding for SNAP - supplemental nutrition assistance program. For all those here who were helped by food stamps and want to see another generation of people have the same chance to rise out of poverty, you should pay attention to the news and let congress know their inaction and inability to cooperate is hurting America's families.
Anonymous wrote:I also did the rolled up toilet paper.
When I was 14 I desperately needed Clearasil, and my mom wrapped it up as a Christmas present. I wish she had given it to me when she bought it, as I had to suffer without until I got it.
I had just 3 outfits I could wear to school. I attended a high cost of living area school and everyone noticed. I also only had 4 pairs of dark green underwear that I used to wash by hand very often. My classmates must have thought I only had one pair.
I cleaned peoples houses for money and this one old lady was very nice to me
I did not have close friends, and avoided parties and out of school functions. My dad wanted me to go, I had to explain that I just do not have clothes to out in.
I did not want to go to my prom, but my mom sowed a prom dress for me so I could not get out of it
Anonymous wrote:"Thank you to everyone who has shared their stories. They are heartbreaking. I'm curious how you all were able you break the cycle? How were you able to make better choices?"
Focus and opportunity.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
Later, working in a store, I would get mad at some of the parents who would send their kids in with food stamps. If you spent a $1 stamp you could get your change in "real" money. So these parents would send their kids in to buy ice cream bars, repeatedly, so they could get enough change to buy a pack of smokes.
My mom used to do this to me!