As I have said before, I was brought up in a very poor home, mainly due to my father's chronic ill health.
This is certainly not a poor me story, it's to illustrate why I am passionate about education and supporting those living in poverty. My childhood has made me a very resilient person.
I was determined to make a better life for myself . I got a Saturday job at 14, was paid 12/6 for the day. I got home, my mother took EVERY penny off me, I got nothing, I worked over the summer holidays, my mother took all my wages, gave me back my bus fairs.
When I was 17, I was accepted for university, my mother's words were not words of joy, instead she said: Put that stupid idea out of your head, people like us, don't go to university.
I decided I was going regardless. I got a very small grant, as my father was on invalidity benefit, so the state was already "supporting" us. My mother took most of that, said it was to pay for my keep.
I got a job in a working man's club as a barmaid, worked every weekend and often during the week. It was a hard time, trying to study and work at the same time.
When I was at university, I should have spent a year abroad as part of my degree, I didn't go, as there was no money to support a year abroad. I was too ashamed to tell anyone this, just changed subjects.
I eventually got my degree, met my husband and got married, without any help from my parents.
Despite bouts of chronic illness, I did a teaching post grad, followed by another degree and became a teacher.
I was always telling my pupils that education is the way out of poverty. It's not easy, can take years, but it will be worth it.
I wonder if nowadays, some people are so beaten by living in poverty that they have given up hope.