You know what? I’ve been pondering this question more, and I’d like another chance to answer it more honestly.
No.
No, in fact, I think there is an inverse connection. I grew up lower middle class. I learned how to bargain hunt. I understood the concept of bulk discounts, coupons, shopping sales. I was raised to not carry credit card debt, to keep my checking account in the positive, to invest extra funds in interest bearing accounts or investments, to never finance a car through a dealership if you could get a loan from your bank. I got all that stuff. I lived that life.
Then shit happened, and I couldn’t anymore. And what I learned when I was poor was a whole lot of really bad habits. I learned that if I bought the 12 pack of toilet paper for $7 on Tuesday, some emergency would come up where I needed 6 of those dollars. So I learned to buy the single rolls for $1, just in case I needed that other $6. I learned that my family of four needed half a pound of meat in a meat-based meal, so I’d buy the smallest package of chicken thighs I could find, because while it was cheaper per pound to buy the big family pack, who can gamble that they won’t need that extra $9 before the next check comes in? I bought dollar store crap that broke down and needed replacement frequently, because it was just a dollar, and there was always the hope that it would last. I learned to be really, really anxious with money, punctuated by moments of sheer fucking relief when we had a little to spare…which I’d promptly blow on take-out, because “we deserved it.”
I ate. So many beans. I gained so much weight.
I’m still recovering. What made me realize this was that I was portioning out my pills for the week in my pillbox. I stopped at CVS today and got the smallest bottle of Fish Oil they had, because I’m out and I need some. And money feels really tight right now, so I don’t dare to go to Costco and buy the bigger bottle for a few bucks more until payday on Friday. I *have *the money. I *could *have gone to Costco and gotten the better deal…but my anxiety won’t let me. Now, instead of “What if I need that $5?” it’s “What if I need that $500?”
We still have too many celebratory meals because “we deserve it.” And now that we have the money to do that (although it’s money we should be saving) it means we’re eating too many restaurant meals with too many calories and not enough vegetables.
So, no, I don’t really think that struggling under public aid helped me to become better at handling my money. In fact it taught me some really awful habits that I’m still trying to shake.