I was a teen mother, had teachers just like you. Teachers like this cared less if we were in class, cared less if we learned anything and pretty openly let us know what failures we were from the get go. The aid I got in the late 1970's was $384.00 a month for AFDC. My rent was $230.00, electric ran about $30.00 and local phone I was r…
I was a teen mother, had teachers just like you. Teachers like this cared less if we were in class, cared less if we learned anything and pretty openly let us know what failures we were from the get go. The aid I got in the late 1970's was $384.00 a month for AFDC. My rent was $230.00, electric ran about $30.00 and local phone I was required to have was another $30.00. Out of the meager $94.00 that was left I provided all my son's food, diapers, clothing, etc. It cost 10 cents to ride the bus then and I couldn't afford it. I walked to those classes over a mile each way and became the first in my family to graduate. I lived in Minnesota at the time. Oh and those food stamps, my condescending case worker never told me about those, let alone medicaid. So, if you haven't actually taken any time to know what a single mother's life is like from the inside, maybe you should listen more.
Thank you Cath. Great response. I have been a mental health case manager and can actually believe your case worker didn't have the skills to navigate the system and it was just easier to ignore those pesky joint federal and state programs. We still call the Office of Public Assistance, the Office of Public Resistance....especially under GOP governors.
I was a teen mother, had teachers just like you. Teachers like this cared less if we were in class, cared less if we learned anything and pretty openly let us know what failures we were from the get go. The aid I got in the late 1970's was $384.00 a month for AFDC. My rent was $230.00, electric ran about $30.00 and local phone I was required to have was another $30.00. Out of the meager $94.00 that was left I provided all my son's food, diapers, clothing, etc. It cost 10 cents to ride the bus then and I couldn't afford it. I walked to those classes over a mile each way and became the first in my family to graduate. I lived in Minnesota at the time. Oh and those food stamps, my condescending case worker never told me about those, let alone medicaid. So, if you haven't actually taken any time to know what a single mother's life is like from the inside, maybe you should listen more.
Thanks for your real life story.
Thank you Cath. Great response. I have been a mental health case manager and can actually believe your case worker didn't have the skills to navigate the system and it was just easier to ignore those pesky joint federal and state programs. We still call the Office of Public Assistance, the Office of Public Resistance....especially under GOP governors.