When I think back to my childhood, I wouldn't necessarily say that I lived in extreme poverty, but there were definitely times and instances that I know I can relate to living in poverty.
Growing up, it was just my mom and me. There were a few times we lived with my grandparents, and when we weren't living with them, they were always there, just a regular part of our nuclear family. I was never embarrassed by this fact; I thought it was the greatest thing ever!
My mom, as a single parent, also utilized the possible help provided by the state for living. One Christmas while we were on welfare, I got so many Christmas gifts, I loved it. During my childhood, I lived in two different states; Montana and North Dakota. In North Dakota, they'd already begun using the EBT card so all you had to do was swipe like a credit card when you were on food stamps. In Montana though, food stamps still came in a booklet like loan payment slips and you needed to tear them out and hand them to the cashier. That process wasn't conspicuous or pleasant. Just the idea that people knew bothered me. Since we were low-income, we were also able to have the house we were living in repainted through a housing project, and had help with our heat in the winter. My first job was paid through a company called Action for Eastern Montana. They paid me minimum wage to help at the county extension office, an opportunity only available to low-income families.
It's upsetting, and to this day, I panic if a credit card or check system takes a few seconds too long. I can't tell you the number of times we'd be in the store and be turned away because my mom had written a "bad check" with non-sufficient funds at that store. I remember one night, I was maybe ten, I went to answer the door after someone had knocked on it. Standing on the other side was a police officer. He had a warrant for my mom's arrest because she'd written an NSF (non-sufficient funds) check, to Pizza Hut. She said she'd never been informed of the check being bad. While I stood there sobbing and she explained to the officer there was no one else to take care of me, somehow it was worked out that she had a matter of days to pay the check and wouldn't have to go to jail.
My mom will often apologize through tears about my childhood. What she doesn't understand though, is that I'm grateful for my childhood. I have amazing memories of my grandparents. They were like my second set of parents. I have experiences that I learned from. Being a low-income college student, I qualified for Student Support so I had a different orientation class than the rest of my incoming class. There, I learned about all the different types of loan help and programs available. As an adult, I try to be thrifty, watch the in and out of my money. But the number one thing I'm grateful for is that I don't take anything for granted. I don't expect that I should just have things. I work for what I want. I was told often by an ex of mine that I needed to take the summers off so I could recuperate. But if I wanted to pay my bills and buy those "extra" things I had my eyes on, I needed to work to make the money I needed. What I'm trying to say, is that my childhood taught me that I need to work to have money, I need to watch my money and spend it wisely, it taught me to have a great amount of respect, and there are always people less fortunate than me.
I wanted to look into Ireland and see what kinds of challenges children face there, but I couldn't find anything. In the past, of course Ireland has dealt with famine, but I am uncertain of what kinds of things children there face today. I'm sure there are the common problems, such as my history of poverty, or violence.