Rosie Waterland on why we all need to watch Struggle Street.
Do you want to hear something sad? As hype began to build around SBS show Struggle Street yesterday, we decided it would be a great idea to have someone from the Mamamia team with a disadvantaged, public housing background to write something about it.
Except we didn’t have anyone.
Out of an editorial team of 45 and a company staff of more than 100, we could not find one person who could write (or was at least willing to write) about having lived a similar life to that of the people featured on Struggle Street. And that is freaking sad. Not surprising, since journalism and media is hardly an industry that could be considered a shining example of socio-economic diversity, but definitely sad. There was just no one.
Well, except me. Enter Rosie Waterland, token former Houso kid. I’m absolutely not the only person with a disadvantaged, public housing background to have found some level of success, but it certainly occurs rarely enough that I was the only person at Mamamia who was willing to share any first-hand perspective.
I actually didn’t want to write about Struggle Street because, to be honest, I just didn’t really know what to say. Yes, I lived in public housing. Yes, my parents were addicts. Yes, there are pregnant girls with bongs and broken washing machines on front lawns and way too much money spent on fast food instead of fresh vegetables. Yes, I thought Struggle Street was an accurate representation of some aspects of public housing life. But that’s all I had, really. About 100 words in total – hardly enough to warrant any kind of comment from me, even if I could relate to the show somewhat more than others.
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I want to thank those who have shared their lived experience: it's a shame that many ask the wrong questions, some even see social housing itself as the main problem rather than where it is located and whether it will enable occupants to be meaningfully occupied in contributing ways for themselves and those they love. If we fail to look deeper than we will continue to let destruction of community and civil society occur, making it that much harder for people to move beyond surviving. This is my ode to our struggle street this Mother's Day, a good place to be vulnerable, as we all are, but some much more than others:
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This is certainly highlighting a world many are ignorant of, or those of us like Mickey who would really prefer to put that life behind us.
I sadly went from triumph in buying and renovating a family home, living the dream, to a marriage breakdown.
We lost (were forced to sell, due to my ex husband refusing to work after injury) our family home, that mean't so much to me and my children.
We struggled along in rental accomodation and pretended we didn't miss 'home'.
We sold our house for far less than it was worth 12 months after we moved out, struggling to try and meet repayments whilst 4 contracts fell through. Our marriage crumbled as I watched my husband sink into a world he did not care about, he didn't want to work, cracked beers we couldn't afford at 10 in the morning and basically watched tv, sat on the computer or slept, whilst I came home to a disaster zone everyday and ultimately arguments. We seperate do the weekend before we were booked on a family weekend away I had booked to try and bring us all together again.
I was now a single Mum (after 20 years of marriage) I was then made redundant, my dear dad died suddenly and traumatically (my absolute rock, after moving interstate he was initially the only family nearby)
Since I have suffered depression/anxiety and was homeless for about a month, got fired because of the drama associated with this. Letters to local MP's offering sympathy, ineligible for government housing, but no answers to why there were no refuges that could accept teen boys. I was horrified. I am currently renting a friends home after struggling very hard to pay market rent.
My motto has always been 'there is no strength without struggle'.
Life has been rough the last few years, and I am afraid that I am going to relive the family cycle. It's just sad that everyone thinks that there is a quick fix. You never know what may happen to you or your family that can change everything instantly. I'm not trying to gain sympathy but you can never plan what might be happening the next moment.