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/anne...'s avatar

My ex used to pick me up every payday and take me to the bank, where he deposited it into the joint account - which was a passbook that I did not have access to.

He did not work, and I did not drive. Questioning any of his actions resulted in shouting that felt that it could at any time tip over into physical violence.

It wasn't until 2000 that I had a card so I could take money from the account, and 2006 when I had the password to the account so I could see how much was in the account. Not that it was any help, as he spent most of it as soon as the deposit appeared in the account.

In 2007 I was finally in a position to open my own bank account, and that was when I could finally plan my escape.

In 2021 he left in an ambulance, and the social workers at the hospital finally listened and didn't automatically send him back to me. It was the only way I could get him out of my home - and yes, it was only in my name.

Earning power, sadly, isn't the whole story.

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Richard DeWald's avatar

As a man who has done care work for more than three decades (nursing), I'm often criticized, pitied even, for "settling" for my job; the presumption is that I wasn't good enough, and/or lacked the opportunity, and/or the ability, to be a physician. I chose nursing because nurses do what I wanted to do. Care work is also marginalized because it undermines power based on wealth, fear, aggression, and force. It shatters class barriers. It removes, often literally, the emperor's clothes. Nurses and teachers know secrets.

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