I wanted to talk to you today about something that’s been on my mind since it came up. Money. I once had a partner hand me a book about debt and budgeting, but instead of being helpful it simply recommended I quit my job and find one that paid better and invest all my savings. He didn’t understand why the advice didn’t apply to me, as someone who lived paycheck to paycheck and had no savings to invest let alone the resources to find this magical unicorn job. Money is a hard thing to talk about, especially in relationships, but it’s something I often have to sit down with partners to explain, because perception does not always define reality for someone who has no basis of understanding.
For those who have always lived in a place of privilege, poverty often exists as a very black and white issue. You either have money or you don’t. You either spend it, or you can’t. You’re either destitute or you’re fine. This is why you hear people say things like “if you didn’t buy Starbucks maybe you could afford to buy a house” not understanding that, flawed credit system aside, poverty is not the extra $10 a week we sometimes have, it’s the extra $500 a month we never have. It’s the credit ruined by medical bills and one missed payment. It’s debt incurred by a sick day we had to take six months ago.
I’ve grown up in the constant tug of war of poverty, where one week you’re fine but the next you’re struggling. If you’re not on the rollercoaster, the answer seems to be clear. “Save that $10”. Sure. I could. And I’d still be $10 short next week and pressed under the mental and emotional strain of living in a constant state of survival. The small amount of dopamine I get from a $5 taco is worth it, believe me. If you’ve never had to scrape change for bread from the corner market you can’t possibly know how rich it feels to be able to splurge on a taco once in a while. Im grateful not to be that bad anymore, but that trauma response remains.
This is where perception plays a big role. I spend extra on good makeup for work because if I wear cheap makeup every day my face will break out in painful rashes. I have nice things because I keep them immaculate and use them for as long as I can. They’re often at least secondhand, and I am furious when I break or soil things. I can afford to give birthday, anniversary, and Christmas presents because I save links for months and buy things all year, so I get them when they’re on sale. I make a lot of things. I shop around. Gift giving is a love language of mine, and I’ve gotten particularly good at it. If I’m out with a partner and I can actually treat them to something, I feel really proud of myself, because it doesn’t happen often. It does mean, however, that I’ve forgone all of those little extras to afford it. I’ve survived on the bare minimum for as long as I’ve needed to, which is a sacrifice I’ve willingly made. The caveat here is that it builds expectations. If I paid for a $50 lunch this time, why can’t I pay all the time? Why? Because I can’t survive on scraps for months on end. I’ve been put in some particularly uncomfortable situations when asked on the spot to cover things I’m unable to pay for myself, and it’s become a rather sensitive trigger of mine.
Assumptions and expectations are a dangerous road in general, and they can lead to a lot of resentment. For example, I often have partners and comets give me money for special events with the intention that it be used for a specific purpose. Be it books, experiences on vacation, food, clothing, whatever, the understanding is that they will get to see the results and share in my joy. For years I’ve struggled with this, because it’s hard for me not to use those funds for more responsible things. It took me years to accept that I deserve basic needs bought for me, let alone frivolous things, so the idea that someone might then think I’m taking advantage of their kindness because of false perception digs pretty deep.
I was taught that turning down a generous gift is an insult, so I’m learning to use those gifts in the spirit they were offered, and recently this has caused some turbulence where I felt there wasn’t really a right move I could have made. I won’t hide things. I also won’t lie about what I did with my own money. It doesn’t happen a lot, so when it does I do my best to be gracious about it.
All this to say…don’t let your own experience of the world inform your perception of someone. I admit I have a lot of weird behaviours I still hold on to because of my past, and I’m working on letting a lot of those things go. I no longer force myself to finish a meal if I’m full or eat questionable food. I no longer keep broken things that are obviously unfixable. I no longer feel ashamed for being happy when people give me things.
What Say You?