I attended an elite UK university having had a poor upbringing. This article reads painfully to me. I don't have the words to describe why, but I can try.

The closest I can come is to say that this idea of inclusiveness is terminally broken. It's a sort of bandage over a huge chasm of differences.

For a poor person to become wealthy requires them to discard their baggage. Change the accent, the clothes, the pop culture references, the 'back home...' stories. Avoid the discussions about parents. The list goes on.

My transition into adulthood at present is essentially a game of throwing away my connections to that past. Not intentionally, but because living a double life is just too difficult. Visiting my hometown I feel like more of a tourist each time.

Money is a huge divider, the gulf between the working class and middle classes in this regard is enormous.

I am hardwired to assume that people cannot afford anything. My basic instinct is to design activities that are free.

Wealthier people do not always appreciate this. They might want to go and do something more expensive - and why not? They can.

Friendship groups.

I could waffle on seemingly forever but words can't really express how odd I find all of this.

Different species...