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Walilamdzi
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- Mar 21, 2019
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I've been thinking about things that have lead me to this point, and to be honest a crucial point of blame I have is towards my school. I was miserable for two years and almost failed everything because I was wasting so much energy on something I had no aptitude for, due to them pushing me to do Physics so they could get funding, when I wanted to study French. It negatively affected all my other grades, meant I did no extracurricular activities and didn't sleep properly, frequently, because I would stay up very late completing homework. I explicitly told them that I wanted to study two languages and Biology, because it's a softer science. Instead they forced me into Physics and Maths instead of French, just to secure some grant...
All of this hindered me, and it's no wonder I had a breakdown to be honest. If I could have been encouraged to do something I loved, I think the outcome would have been very different. Because of the pressure, I got the grades, but I could barely breathe and had frequent panic attacks. Then I delayed moving forward to university/college, because I thought it would be better for me to work and try to get really fit, because school had filled me with such a sense of inadequacy wasting time with everything I was least good at that I thought I needed to transform myself into an athlete to be able to survive moving forwards.
It was highly unethical for them to encourage me to do a subject so they could get me to make an application for some funding under the false pretences that I had ambitions to be a Physicist. It made me feel like a fraud. All of this extra mental energy expended on something so stupid and so... irrelevant to anything I actually wanted to achieve. They get to be this prestigious institution, while my life has gone to shit thanks to their lack of care when accepting me and encouraging me to do stuff for completely wrong reasons.
So I spent two years in a state of perpetual anxiety and misery, made to feel slow because I joined these classes late. Treated like someone lazy because I was pushed away from what I love. Then tried to recover from that for a year, spending a lot of that time suicidal, only to end up hospitalised that year and the two subsequent years. This gets explained away as being me having a "mood disorder". If everyone expects me to continue my life now, after all this trauma and loss, doing something I hate and burdened with the damage from these formative years, they can get fucked.
All of this hindered me, and it's no wonder I had a breakdown to be honest. If I could have been encouraged to do something I loved, I think the outcome would have been very different. Because of the pressure, I got the grades, but I could barely breathe and had frequent panic attacks. Then I delayed moving forward to university/college, because I thought it would be better for me to work and try to get really fit, because school had filled me with such a sense of inadequacy wasting time with everything I was least good at that I thought I needed to transform myself into an athlete to be able to survive moving forwards.
It was highly unethical for them to encourage me to do a subject so they could get me to make an application for some funding under the false pretences that I had ambitions to be a Physicist. It made me feel like a fraud. All of this extra mental energy expended on something so stupid and so... irrelevant to anything I actually wanted to achieve. They get to be this prestigious institution, while my life has gone to shit thanks to their lack of care when accepting me and encouraging me to do stuff for completely wrong reasons.
So I spent two years in a state of perpetual anxiety and misery, made to feel slow because I joined these classes late. Treated like someone lazy because I was pushed away from what I love. Then tried to recover from that for a year, spending a lot of that time suicidal, only to end up hospitalised that year and the two subsequent years. This gets explained away as being me having a "mood disorder". If everyone expects me to continue my life now, after all this trauma and loss, doing something I hate and burdened with the damage from these formative years, they can get fucked.