Hands down, this was the most traumatizing thing about growing up in the bottom 1%. Being hated and despised and dehumanized.
I often talk about how damaged my breastfeeding sister was by being taken from her mother because she is so often suicidal but I am not okay either. I still don’t trust other human beings. I can’t believe in them. My hands shake constantly.
You can’t take children to foster care because you took away their welfare program without permanently scarring them. Ripping me away from my parents because of poverty may have saved my parents from being fundamentalist conservatives, but it probably isn’t the government’s place to change people’s politics.
I go back and forth on whether being allowed to become a liberal was worth having my family torn apart.
The part of the life experience that was never worth it was having our own kin treat us like dirt. It makes you want to hate them. You have to spend years in therapy trying to get rid of the anger.