When I was fourteen, I spent the night at my friend’s house after football practice.
His mum had made this enormous roast dinner with all the trimmings. There was enough food left to feed another family of four, and I watched in genuine shock as she scraped it all into the bin.
“Aren’t you saving that?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise.
She looked at me like I’d asked if she was planning to keep the used napkins. “Oh no, we don’t really do leftovers,” she said with a little laugh.
That moment hit me like a brick. In our house outside Manchester, leftovers weren’t just saved; they were strategically planned. Sunday’s roast became Monday’s sandwiches and Tuesday’s bubble and squeak.
My mum could stretch a chicken across four meals like she was performing some kind of culinary magic trick.
Growing up working-class shapes how you see the world in ways you don’t fully grasp until you’re older. These moments of realization stack up over the years, each one teaching you that the divide between classes isn’t just about money.
It’s about entirely different approaches to life, different assumptions about how the world works, and different definitions of what’s normal.
1) When I realized not everyone’s dad came home exhausted
My dad worked in a factory, and every evening he’d walk through the door with that particular kind of tiredness that comes from physical labor. His hands were rough, his back ached, and by eight o’clock he was usually asleep in his chair.
At university, I met people whose fathers came home energized from their office jobs, ready to discuss their “exciting projects” over dinner. They’d talk about strategy meetings and quarterly targets like they were adventures.
The contrast was stark. My dad’s work wasn’t something he discussed with enthusiasm; it was something he endured.
He found his purpose elsewhere, getting involved with the union and fighting for better conditions for his mates. That taught me more about how power works than any political science textbook ever could.
2) The shock of learning some people had “connections”
During my final year at university, everyone was stressed about finding jobs. Well, almost everyone.
I remember one guy casually mentioning that his dad had “made some calls” and lined up interviews at three investment banks. Another girl’s mum knew someone at the BBC who could “have a chat” with her about opportunities.
Meanwhile, I was sending out dozens of applications into what felt like a black hole, getting automated rejections if I was lucky enough to hear back at all.
That’s when I understood that the phrase “it’s not what you know, it’s who you know” wasn’t just a saying. It was how a whole section of society operated.
3) Discovering that some people had never checked a price tag
Shopping with a friend in London, I watched him grab items off shelves without even glancing at the prices. When I mentioned a shirt was forty quid, he shrugged and said, “That’s not too bad.”
For him, forty pounds for a shirt was reasonable. For me, it was what my mum used to budget for my entire school wardrobe. I’d been trained from childhood to check every price, compare shops, wait for sales.
The idea of buying something without knowing what it cost first was as foreign to me as speaking Mandarin.
4) When I learned holidays weren’t always in caravans
The first time someone asked me about my “gap year travels,” I didn’t know what to say. Gap year?
Our family holidays were a week in a static caravan in Wales or, if we were really splashing out, Blackpool.
The idea that some families routinely flew abroad for holidays, let alone that teenagers would spend a year traveling before university, was completely outside my frame of reference.
Later, when friends would discuss their favorite Greek islands or ski resorts, I’d nod along, mentally filing away names of places I’d probably never see.
5) The revelation that some people had multiple homes
A colleague once mentioned she was “heading to the country house for the weekend.” I genuinely thought she was joking.
The concept of having a second home for weekends was so far removed from my reality that my brain couldn’t process it initially. We’d spent years saving just to own one house.
The idea that some families had a spare one sitting empty most of the time seemed almost obscene.
6) Realizing education was viewed differently
Being the first in my family to go to university was a massive deal. My parents were proud, but also slightly bewildered by the whole thing.
They couldn’t help with applications, didn’t know what questions to ask during university visits, and definitely couldn’t help with my essays.
Meeting people whose parents had not only been to university but expected their children to go to specific universities was eye-opening. Education for them was a continuation of tradition. For me, it was breaking new ground.
7) The moment I understood “financial cushions”
When my car broke down in my twenties, it was a genuine crisis. The repair bill meant choosing between fixing it or paying rent.
A friend mentioned his car had broken down the same week. “Annoying,” he said, “but at least I can just get it sorted.”
That’s when I learned about financial cushions. Some people had savings that meant unexpected expenses were inconveniences, not catastrophes. They didn’t have to choose between necessities or go without to cover emergencies.
8) Discovering that unpaid internships were a luxury
After university, I watched peers take unpaid internships in London, gaining valuable experience and connections. Their parents covered their rent and living expenses for six months or a year while they “gained experience.”
I couldn’t afford to work for free. I needed a paying job immediately. This meant starting further down the ladder, taking whatever paid work I could find while those with financial support got their foot in the door at better organizations.
9) When casual generosity seemed foreign
At a pub in London, someone casually announced they were “getting this round” for a group of eight people. Without blinking, they dropped sixty pounds on drinks.
Where I grew up, rounds were carefully calculated. You kept mental tabs on who owed what. Spending that much money so casually on drinks would have been unthinkable. It wasn’t stinginess; it was survival mathematics.
10) Learning that some problems could be solved with money
My mum worked in retail, and she taught me that leadership wasn’t about titles. She could organize, motivate, and solve problems better than any manager with an MBA. But when problems arose, she had to fix them with creativity and sheer determination.
In my professional life, I’ve watched people solve problems by simply throwing money at them. Need something done quickly? Pay for express service. Too busy? Hire help. Stressed? Book a spa weekend.
It’s not that working-class people don’t want these solutions. They’re just not on the menu.
The bottom line
These moments of recognition taught me that class differences run deeper than bank balances. They’re about entirely different relationships with money, security, and possibility.
But here’s what I’ve learned since then: Growing up working-class gave me advantages too. I can stretch resources, adapt quickly, and I don’t take anything for granted.
Watching my hometown change as jobs disappeared gave me an early understanding of why people get angry about economics and politicians.
I’ve mentioned before that understanding different perspectives is crucial for making sense of our world. These experiences, uncomfortable as they sometimes were, taught me to see society from multiple angles.
Today, when I navigate London circles where everyone seems to know each other from school, I don’t feel like an outsider anymore. I feel like someone with a unique viewpoint, shaped by experiences that many of my peers never had.
Those moments of feeling different? They weren’t signs that I didn’t belong. They were reminders that I brought something different to the table. And in a world that desperately needs diverse perspectives, that difference has become my strength.