I grew up privileged and I know it. In a lot of ways it was luck. My parents decided to move to Westport *before* the housing prices skyrocketed. I'd say I grew up upper-middle class in a wealthy old-money town.
When public school was making me miserable, academically and socially, my parents were able to send me to a private school for a couple of years. I never asked but I'm pretty sure financial aid and/or loans from grandparents was involved.
Even when I was struggling financially in grad school, in debt and barely able to buy groceries, I knew I had the security net of my parents, if I really needed it. They wanted me to be financially independent, so I was going to be seriously desperate before I asked for money. And I did -- Selene needed emergency surgery.
Lucky. Privileged. And seriously grateful to my parents for suggesting I get a job at 14 instead of giving me an allowance like my classmates.
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When public school was making me miserable, academically and socially, my parents were able to send me to a private school for a couple of years. I never asked but I'm pretty sure financial aid and/or loans from grandparents was involved.
Even when I was struggling financially in grad school, in debt and barely able to buy groceries, I knew I had the security net of my parents, if I really needed it. They wanted me to be financially independent, so I was going to be seriously desperate before I asked for money. And I did -- Selene needed emergency surgery.
Lucky. Privileged. And seriously grateful to my parents for suggesting I get a job at 14 instead of giving me an allowance like my classmates.