You are definitely being over-simplistic. I tell you I dropped out of school and tended my dying mother on my own and you blame my downfall on having unprotected sex.
It didn’t even cross your mind that the whole being molested and living with my dying mother, tending her alone because nobody else cared enough to. . . it just boggles my mind how unwavering some people are on blaming people without acknowledging that some stuff just isn’t our fault. I was fourteen, staying up all night trying to create diet plans Mom would stick to, rubbing her swollen legs and holding her as she cried. I had 36 pills that needed distributing every day when she lost her vision, and then again when she started losing her memory. Did it not once occur to you that stressing this part of my life…the time when most teens are out socializing and making those connections … isn’t “making excuses”, it’s what *possibly *HAPPENED that caused me to veer off a path to success? I’m sorry if I’m snapping but it really frustrates me when people make assumptions based on stereotypes.
My little girl was the best thing that’s ever happened in my life. Yeah I could have aborted her but I’m glad I didn’t. She didn’t cause me to be poor, or my having her didn’t cause me to be poor. I was poor already. Having her didn’t keep me from getting a formal education. If anything it encouraged me both times I started (but failed, I failed, but not because of her.)Her care wasn’t that expensive because my grandparents were her sitters and we worked as a family, three generations taking care of each other. After my grandfather died there was a small fund set up for her and another lump sum when she graduated. The payments weren’t much at all, enough for clothes other necessities. I didn’t even know until he was gone because we never talked about money. There were burial plots paid for, life insurance we never knew about. Sadly none of them taught me how to be financially secure, they just taught me to pay my bills and be nice to people. I pay my bills. I’m just not moving ahead. I move up a little then something brings me back down again.
I talked to my SO last night about setting goals. He said he doesn’t see how we can even do that until I find work or “invent something”. But I’ve been thinking on it. I could go back to school. But then what do I study? I have anxieties and phobias out the wazoo so it limits my options. Still thinking on it though.