I was born into crazy wealth and shielded from the “real world” for most of my life. Ask me anything.

  I will start off by saying sorry for any typos, english is not my first language and my auto corrector isn't set for writing in it😅 Also, this is my first post so I have no ideia of how much detail I should, or should not, give.

Well, the title summons it all pretty well.
I was born into a family with a great financial situation because of generational wealth, or what many people call old money. My family’s net worth has always been in the “billionaire” classification, with some members of the family having a little more or a little less, but everyone is doing good on that matter.
What seems to surprise my friends from college nowadays( who had more “normal” childhoods) is the way that I was raised. I saw my parents maybe once or twice a week, they were always loving, but not very present, therefore I was raised basically by those who worked in our residence, in special, my nannie, our cooks and my driver. I went to a private school where everyone had basically the same lifestyle as me. Some had even more lavish lives , and a few of them were indeed royalty.
That being said, I need to admit that “poverty” wasn’t really something I came in contact to until I was about 14, I knew it existed, yes, but I was strongly shielded from the reality. I had no idea someone could not afford good clothes, or a house, or simply food. I basically got to know that while studying sociology ( it was mandatory at my school) and acquiring friends from different backgrounds. I never treated people poorer than me any differently, since in my family I was raised to treat every single person in the best and most polite way possible, from the trash keepers to the president, but I also can’t deny that I often said or did things that created very awkward situations. Once, for example, I gave a friend from a very humble background a piece of jewelry I ordered specially for her, and she then pulled me aside and politely asked me if I’d be sad if she sold it, because it would be enough to basically quit all her family debt. I wasn’t sad about it, of course, but I was very shocked that a “small gift” for me could be life-saving money for someone.
Nowadays, I do my best to be more conscious about what I do and say, to not upset no one, and I do try to silently help those who I can. That was so long, my apologies, but I felt context was necessary. So, ask me anything about my life, my childhood, about the lifestyle of those around me, whatever you like.