I Thought I Grew Up Poor…

…but I didn’t. Financial abuse warped my perception.

It’s what my mother always told me. Sometimes I cringe at many tone-deaf statements I may have made throughout my life based upon my faulty premise of my socioeconomic level.

Things like talking about taking vacations abroad, or moving from New York City where everyone in my family owned their own house, to an affluent suburb in Connecticut, to all the years I spent at sleep-away camp, didn’t jive with my preface about growing up broke.