I’ve been fortunate to have found a well paying, remote job during the Covid lockdowns, also to not be married or have kids.
I was born poor, straight from the dirt, but now I make a livable wage with which I can protect my family. If I’m lucky, my father may be able to retire in his late sixties with my help.
Every day, having ADHD and working for a publicly traded company is my own personal cognitive hell. It’s torture, but I do it every day. I don’t get to enjoy things because I’m too drained. I can’t make appointments because it’s too much hassle (sorry to my broken tooth). I can’t visit extended family or join them on fun outings (sorry to my cousins and nephews) I can barely get myself to play video games (sorry to dwarf fortress). I used to play music and travel, hang out with friends regularly. Now I can’t even put a trash bag in my trash can, I’m lucky I took a shower and brushed my teeth today. God forbid I ever wanted to find a partner, I can’t imagine sharing that much bandwidth with someone.
The trade in for making a (just barely) livable wage in the working class is to give up your humanity and any dream or aspiration you ever developed. Your body is made for the labor of the rich, that’s it. Death would be a more rational option, but it’s not allowed. Someone please help us.