I've felt what the author describes, but would probably call it "Class Imposter Syndrome" over anything else. I never thought I was anything other than "middle

I've felt what the author describes, but would probably call it "Class Imposter Syndrome" over anything else. I never thought I was anything other than "middle class" (American middle class) growing up, since my mom owned a home and had an office job, but whenever I'm with my family (who have most the hallmarks of being lower class southern mountain people) I'm reminded that we're a little different. I don't know if there's something about how I carry myself, or talk, but sometimes I wonder if people see it. Like I have memories of telling people the street I lived on and people assuming I lived in the trailer park, even though the street was mostly houses. And I remember little things like staying the night at a friend's house, the kind of look of pity on her parents' face when I was astounded by actual maple syrup being a different thing than Aunt Jemima, and trying in vain to explain that to my own parents. The end result is that even though I am very comfortable in the company of lower class people, I'd feel like a faker if I described myself like that. But when I'm around classier people, I feel so obviously uncultured and out of place, I end up trying to find ways to explain it, and just lean into being southern which is just another proxy for class in some ways. stereotypical southern mountain person = thick accents, living in trailers, drug issues, run ins with the law, lousy jobs, relationship drama, lots of children born out of wedlock