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perjantai 26. huhtikuuta 2013

Days 215-216: Childhood poverty, introduction


25-26042013

I played on the sandbox a lot.


I've been studying for my university entrance exams (education sciences), and one of the articles included in the material is about how children perceive, experience and justify economic inequality and how it affects their everyday lives. The article concludes that here in Finland very little, if any, research has been done on this subject, and globally even though the subject has been studied it has been mainly from an adult point of view – for example, by asking children how they perceive economic inequality in terms of professional and educational differences, when the children in fact have no direct contact with this aspect of life; children do not think in terms of professional hierarchy, and if they do, it is through what they have learned by looking at their parents and not by living it themselves.

The subject is very interesting, and it got me thinking about my childhood experiences of financial inequality, scarcity and near-poverty. My family was never as poor as i.e. these families in this documentary, and it may be that in Finland such extreme poverty is not (yet) that common or that it is hidden, which may in turn explain the fact that there aren't much studies of child poverty in Finland. My point is, even though we as a family didn't lose our house (we had to sell off land, though) and never had to starve, as compared to other kids I experienced myself as poor and defined our family as poor.

The financial crisis of the 1990's hit our family pretty hard. We ended up in a lot of debt with two low-paid working adults and four children from age 1 to 13. I was around 3-4 years old at the time and have no recollection of “the better days” when we apparently had a pretty high living standard, so as far as I remember we have always been struggling to survive. We always bought the cheapest food and my mother cooked everything from the start; there was barely money for the most necessary clothes and shoes; we could not afford to buy CD's and so we mostly got illegal copies. I remember there being an argument about my sister wanting/needing a new winter coat and us not being able to afford it. I remember some occasions where my father had got an assignment done and come home proud and relieved with plenty of money. I remember looking at the most expensive and fancy toys at the toy store and my mother always telling me we can't afford them. I remember my mother picking violin as my instrument because I could borrow it from the music school and wouldn't have to spend money to buy my own. I remember the time I got my first legal CD and I remember thinking “wow, this is expensive”. I remember my mother's anxiety as the worried look on her face which surfaced every time I asked to buy new clothes. I remember piles of bills and reminders and the tone with which bills were discussed in our household. I remember my parents being resistant to pay the bills because they never had the money to cover all of them. I remember the disappointments with the debt and how it never seemed to get paid off. I remember asking my mother how much money she makes and her refusing to tell me – I was starting to understand money and income and wanted to know what our situation was – I wanted to participate but got refused. I'm starting to piece together how these experiences have affected my relationship to money, survival, consuming, working and getting paid.

As compared to the poverty of the lowest social class of the westernized world* my situation was bearable, at least for me if not for my parents**. This shows that the experience of poverty for me was partly subjective, as I was never deprived of food or shelter (actual physical needs) but felt “left out” without all the fun things the world was offering but which were “restricted” and “out of my reach”. My poverty was not extreme poverty from which one can die, but a cultural and societal poverty of being denied the possibility to explore the world. I was alive but in terms of society my movements were restricted.

The material I'm studying explained that a child may feel ashamed and guilty for not having the same material things that others do, and that this causes the child to feel “left out”, missing out on the feeling of “belonging somewhere”. I asked myself: if the other children who had all the material stuff were to not judge the poor(er) child for not having materia? What if these other children were to accept the child as he/she is, with no regard to possessions? What if this child still insisted on feeling “left out” even if his/her environment did not “make him/her” feel like it? Then it would mean that the cause of feeling “left out” wouldn't be in group pressure but in the concept of ownership: if there is something that is out of one's reach, “restricted”, one is going to long for it if one has decided it to be “valuable”. So when there is a world with unreasonable boundaries there is always going to something “restricted”, and when the people living within it create desires and emotional bonds to materia there are going to be “valuable” items.

So how does this apply to me, my experience of poverty, my definition of myself as poor? First off, I can see that growing up believing that some things were “out of my reach” has passivate me: I have had little to no regard for how the society functions and how one is able to influence it. I simply believed it to be impossible or at least very difficult and troublesome, and so I became a limp and drowsy child (and an adult) with little interest to do anything at all but things that brought me instant pleasure. I learned helplessness and powerlessness from being “tied down”. I have also felt like an “outsider” because of my lack of material resources and become extremely separated from others, first through grief and jealousy and then through spite.

So, points I'm going to elaborate on:
  • Childhood experience of poverty and restriction causing passiveness
  • “Not belonging” because of poverty (identifying myself as poor and separating myself from others)
  • Relationship to money, survival and working
  • Relationship to ownership (blood ties)
  • Social relations with friends and foes affected by poverty
  • Poverty as an attitude learned from parents (spite towards society)

Cool. I'm going to continue from here.



* I'm not going to compare myself to the lowest social classes of the developing countries – people living in extreme poverty – because that comparison here would not serve any purpose.

** I'm not sure why parents choose to not involve their children in their financial struggles even though this directly influences the entire family. Some even sacrifice their own needs to provide the child with the social resources (toys, clothes, traveling, pocket money etc.) that ensure acceptance from other children so that the child could “make it” in this world – with no consideration to the fact that the child learns to live within a facade and believes that what you own defines your value. An interesting topic in itself, this one.

tiistai 23. huhtikuuta 2013

Day 213: Social welfare & fear of survival


23042013



I am now continuing with what I started opening up yesterday because the same point has been influencing my experience today.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to abuse myself with stress.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to create resistance to work by stressing about my work, not realizing that I make it more difficult for myself to work when I stress.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that “I will not make it”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that “I will screw it up”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I will be left with no financial support platform and that I will have caused it with my own stupidity.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I have caused myself to become dependent on the financial support of others.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I am making a mistake.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to judge myself through the eyes of others as “stupid”, “dumb”, “irresponsible”, “childish”, “self-centered” and “ignorant”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to doubt my decisions and to not assess my doubts from a practical viewpoint.


Clarifying some of the statements above:

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I will be left with no financial support platform and that I will have caused it with my own stupidity.

  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think of it as “stupidity” when I have misunderstood something and have not realized to figure out the reality of things, perceiving the situation through self-judgement, belittlement and self-hate to exert my fear of survival on myself as self-blame.
  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that there is no such thing as “stupidity” (“being unable to comprehend”) aside from actual physical disadvantages (such as with people born disabled), and that my actions have thus not been “stupid” but a consequence of the circumstances where I do not understand how the society around me functions and have misunderstood its mechanisms and made decisions based on my misunderstandings.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive myself to have “failed”, not realizing that as I now see where I have misunderstood and take action to sort things out there is no “failure” as I carry my responsibility to do what I can to solve the situation when and as I notice things to require solving.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I will be left with no financial support platform.

  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe the social welfare system of my country to be such that will allow no one to be left without basic life support and to thus expect it to take care of me no matter how I live my life, being surprised, disappointed and shocked when I found out that there is indeed a possibility to be left without basic life support if certain conditions are not met.
  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to secretly fear that the social welfare system will not support me as I have perceived it to have denied me support before in situations where I was in need of support, thus creating an expectation based on earlier experiences that the social welfare system doesn't want what's best for me but is unfair in its judgement and demands impossibilities of me.
  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to create a fear of the social welfare system based on my previous experiences where I have trusted the system to take care of me and have been “let down” by the system.
  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to avoid situations where I would have to ask for support from any instance of the social welfare system because I have feared that they will evaluate and judge me and decide that I do not qualify for their support.
  • I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take it personally when an instance of the social welfare system has followed the rules of the system and denied me access to its resources because I have not been qualified according to this set of rules.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to rely on the social welfare system to recognize value in all life and to thus create plans and make decisions based on this assumption, not realizing that the social welfare system of my country isn't based on unconditional support for all life but on support for those who fit the definition of a “responsible citizen” as defined in the rules of the system.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to get angry when I realized the system is not flexible and does not consider each applicant's situation thoroughly, not realizing that the system does not have the resources for this kind of work as the officers are already overworked.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to blame “the system” (nation, social welfare, economy, politics) for my adversities as I have felt myself powerless to affect its rules.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that “the world” is hostile towards me out of spite.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that “the world” hates me as it does not allow me to live without me complying to its rules.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to resist working with what the system is right now because I do not agree with it.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that even though the system isn't right now the best it could be, it is the system I have to work with and live within now as it will not change in a matter of days, weeks or even months – not within the timespan that is relevant to me at the moment.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to refuse to co-operate with the system as it is right now because I have seen that the ways I can influence and change it will only have effect years and decades in the future and felt that this is “unfair”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think it is “unfair” that I have to deal with a complicated system, not realizing that the system as it is right now is a consequence of the past generations the descendant of which I am, and that, unfortunate as it is, I am responsible to deal with the consequences of what this society has accepted and allowed as I am a part of this society and a creator of the future society my children will have to deal with (which hopefully will be a better one).

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that there is nothing personal in the complexities of the system that I need to deal with as I live within it, as the system is the same for everyone – everyone deals with the same bureaucracy, inspections and requirements – or at least everyone who ends up in the financial situation where it is necessary to apply for social welfare.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to perceive the system through my frustration, fear, powerlessness, helplessness and spite and judge the system to be malfunctioning, not realizing that even though the flaws I see are real my interpretation of them isn't.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to define the social welfare system as “malfunctioning” and thus “rotten” even though it does manage to deliver a lot of people financial support, because I have seen the system's flaws in complexity, understandability, approachability and sometimes also in customer service (which is not only a problem in attitudes but also in resources – these people appear overworked to me).

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that there are limits to what this current social welfare system can do because the laws and constitutions it relies on are not based on the value of all life but on the importance of monetary profit.



I commit myself to work with this social welfare system as it is right now as I see, realize and understand that the system will not change for as long as I oppose it and refuse to take part in it.

I commit myself to face the officials that handle my application process as human beings one with and equal to me and to realize that most of them are just doing their job and are doing what they can to earn their living and that what they do is in fact in no way personal.

I commit myself to find out what is possible for me and my situation within the current rules of the system and to do what I can to ensure myself a base foundation for my living expenses.

Also, I commit myself to do this from a practical perspective and to work my way through my emotional reactions as I see, realize and understand that I make it more difficult for myself to work through this if I haze my view with emotions.

I commit myself to keep walking this point until I am clear on it.