As a child I had no friends as I was the ‘weird kid’ no one liked and I got bullied relentlessly (I would be diagnosed as having aspergers when I was 24). By grade 11 I dropped out as depression really started to hit me on top of the ‘normal’ bulling and isolation of being a punching bag for the school. Several inpatient stays later while working minimum wage I got my GED at night school, then went to a community college while taking out a student loan. Worked a few more years minimum wage saving every penny I could to go to University. Fast forward to Sept 2020, I am going into my third year of a honours chemistry degree with a 2.91 gpa. Covid lockdowns and online ‘virtual’ labs throw me for a complete loop and I voluntarily go back into hospital. Today I am 34 years old, I have never had a friend, I have never had a girlfriend, I have never been above the poverty line. I am $44 000 in debt to student loans that will follow me to my grave. On the weekend my family collectively called me to tell me to deal with life as a janitor and give up improving the situation. I have been miserable for 30+ years. This isn’t temporary and I need out.
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Greetings from another non neurotypical, on a similar journey. Tomorrow I turn 33. As I sit the job that worked a decade to get may be slipping from my fingers for the simple fact of an inconvenient department.
You must be reasonably capable, getting a decent GPA in Chemistry indicates a solid understanding of scientific method and math. It seems you take your health problems as personal failings and they aren’t. They are failings of others to sufficiently provide, a failure that I assure you is near universal.
Make a plan, move forward. _Determine your assets, assess what can be achieved with such assets, aim as high as possible with an 80% probability with success, congratulate yourself when you succeed_