"Today, I did something I never thought I’d do. I yelled at my son for being hungry."

[kpete]

Jenn’s Words: “Living in poverty is like being punched in the face over and over and over on a daily basis. “
Posted on February 19, 2014 by Jupiter Sinclair
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Thank you to Jenn for sharing her personal story of living in poverty right now….

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Today, I did something I never thought I’d do. I yelled at my son for being hungry. Oh sure, there are many parents nodding in agreement because they’ve done the same thing. Many have yelled at their kids for asking for one more snack right before dinner was served or for wanting to eat junk food out of boredom. That’s not why I yelled. I yelled because I didn’t have extra food to give him and I was taking my frustration out on him. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. He’s just a kid, a 7 year old who is full of energy and constantly growing. Of course he’s hungry often. That’s what kids do. However, I didn’t have enough food for anyone to have extras. Everything has to be rationed out over a week or more. Food stuff needs to be stretched. Already angry and frustrated with our situation, I lost my cool when my child asked a simple question – because I knew there was nothing I could do to change it in that moment. My anger turned to worry, another constant feeling in my daily life, as I wondered if this would create food issues in my child. Will he be afraid to eat, knowing that we might not have enough the next day?

I’m 35 years old. I am a mother and a wife. I am college educated, degreed, and I have held a professional license. I have been working since the age of 18. Until now. I live in poverty. I am poor. My family is poor.

When I say I am poor, I don’t mean that it’s going to take me two weeks to save for a new iPad or the next iWhatever. I don’t mean that I’ll need a coupon to shop at J.Crew. I mean that I have saved my kids Halloween candy for times when my blood sugar gets too low after a day of not eating because I can’t afford enough food for 3 square meals for the entire family. It means that having my heat set above 60 degrees is a luxury. It means that the needle on my gas gauge is constantly hovering at E. It means that we wear our clothes several times before laundering because we can’t afford the fees to use the washing machines. It means the thrift shop is damn expensive. It means so many more things that we don’t often think about unless we’re living in poverty. As a culture, we are disconnected to the idea of not having access to the most basic needs. Consumerism and materialism are supposedly signs of a healthy economy and successful nation, environment be damned, and a blind eye towards those less advantaged is a requirement.

Our story of poverty doesn’t come with credit card bills, expensive cable packages, luxury toys. It’s not that anyone should be judged for why they are poor, but people naturally ask, mostly out of curiosity and sometimes to find information to justify their lack of care for your position, for a way to blame you for your own situation. It makes it easier to detach. We have both been hard workers for over a decade. We have played by the rules. It still got us. I am currently unemployed – and that’s not for a lack of effort. My husband lost a fairly good job over a year ago and we’ve been pulled down a spiral ever since. His period of unemployment meant we burned through our savings and our emergency fund. While I am still unemployed (to be fair, I do walk dogs or babysit on occasion for some cash, but those times are few and far between), my husband is currently working three jobs. Three jobs. My husband is not college educated. He has worked on the warehouse/shipping/receiving side of retail for a very long time and is good at what he does. He’s very strong, enjoys physical labor, and is a hard worker. His three jobs are retail-based. Two of them pay exactly minimum wage. The third pays just above that. He is constantly applying for jobs on a weekly basis, as am I. With three jobs, you can imagine he works many hours. There have been weeks were he worked all three jobs back to back with maybe an hour or two in between. Thanksgiving to the New Year were brutal. He would often work nearly 30 hours in a row, come home to sleep for a few hours, then go back for another cycle of 30 hours. It’s been brutal on his health and our family.

Will someone stop for a moment and tell me in what world is it considered moral for a person to work three jobs and still be unable to support their family. It just isn’t right.

Living in poverty is like being punched in the face over and over and over on a daily basis. It’s pulling yourself out of a hole, only to fall over a cliff. Every step in the right direction is rewarded with a hearty push several steps back. The changes to one’s mental health when living in poverty can be astonishing. I suffered a miscarriage years ago and I knew anger and sadness then. I made my way through it and survived. I didn’t think I would feel such strong emotions again. I was wrong. The anger is back. Anger is for everything. I’m angry I am in this situation. I am angry I’m not good enough for proper employment. I’m angry my children are living through this. I am angry at my husband. I’m angry at Christians who preach against me, ignoring the words of Christ. I’m angry at politicians who vote against people like me. I’m angry at a society that views me as a leech, as a welfare queen, as someone who deserves the be on the bottom of humanity’s shoe.



the rest:
http://poorasfolk.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/jenns-words-living-in-poverty-is-like-being-punched-in-the-face-over-and-over-and-over-on-a-daily-basis/

[jsr]

1. Recommend

[giftedgirl77]

2. K&R

[Autumn]

3. This system is rigged and if the Democratic leaders

are fine with that, then they should get the fuck out of the way. There is a vacuum, waiting to be filled. And it's coming.

Recommended.

[gordianot]

4. Our local food pantry has pictures of empty shelves in our local paper.

Commodities fly off the shelves donated food gone the same day it is delivered. This Republican paper even acknowledges this is due to cuts in food stamps and unemployment. There was considerable complaining about the article in the paper last week.

[Beacool]

5. I read it last night.

Heart wrenching. Does anyone know where she lives? There are people who posted that they would like to help her and her family.

[IdaBriggs]

6. She's a DU'er.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10024528458

Proud of her for sharing.

[Beacool]

7. Yes, that's where I read it.

But last night I still didn't know what part of the country she lived in. I see that there's now a link that someone posted to donate if one wishes to help her.

[Stargazer99]

8. this should be mandatory reading for every conservative republican

and still I doubt if it would EVER get home to a blind mind

[SaveOurDemocracy]

9. For those who would like to donate, there is a fundraising link below:

http://www.gofundme.com/jennswords



... And remember your local food banks.

[SaveOurDemocracy]

10. Kick

[NickB79]

11. This scars people for life, long after the poverty ends

I read this story with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. I've been here before, I've lived in that sort of household. Not as the mother, but as the child. I grew up in a place like this. No matter how your parents try to hide their worries from you, you know. You can SENSE their worry, their constant anxiety. You see them pick fights with each other over the dumbest things, because they have no other outlets to vent their frustrations. You start fighting with your own siblings to do the same.

And even after you grow up, move out, get a good job, and think you've left that life behind, you discover you haven't. You find yourself stocking the pantry with 100 cans of beans "just in case." You berate yourself for DAYS for being wasteful if you discover a container of moldy leftovers in the back of the fridge you have to throw out, or spending $2 on a couple of Dollar Menu burgers. You catch yourself getting angry with your wife when she treats herself to a new outfit, even though she works hard, hardly ever treats herself and it's well within your budget, just because you hate to spend money on ANYTHING that doesn't seem like an essential.

[Cha]

12. She sure can write.. And, she's refering to Republicons when she talks about those who vote against

her.. not the Democrats. Only the ignorant think there's no difference willfully and otherwise. "The Christians who preach against me".. Again Republicons.

Here's an idea..