Grad school w/o parental support (warning: long and personal; TW: mental health)
Last spring I got accepted into my dream masters program. It might sound silly but it’s something that I want to study so much that I’d rather study it and not be able to find a job, forcing myself to go back to school for something else, rather than not study it at all.
Some important context is I have ADHD which made me struggle in undergrad, but I didn’t know I had it until recently so I’m still in the beginning of treatment. I don’t want to just coast by like I did in undergrad because this degree means so much to me. I don’t want to defer since I’ve already waited a year to get accepted (too anxious to apply the first time around since my parents didn’t support it), but I also don’t want to fail/struggle. I’ve already spent so long writing this post alone b/c I keep compulsively going back to reread what I wrote (OCD), not a good thing when you have so much to read for grad school . The reason my parents aren’t supportive is because the schools an hour away so I’d have to commute, which is a big no no culturally as a girl. They’d rather I choose something different to study nearby. I technically only have classes three days a week (all evening), but if I get the grad assistantship I applied for, I’d likely have to be there way more often (think potentially 5-6). Each drive would be about 2-4 hours round trip depending on weather and traffic, so definitely burn out inducing, even if I really do only go 3-4 days. This is not even to mention that I don’t have a car and I haven’t been able to find a job to support leasing one (the actual payment, gas, high mileage fees which based on my research will add a few thousand on top of all that, etc.). If I manage to find a job, then it’ll either be barely enough to afford all that, or not enough at all (which would make my parents more disappointed in me b/c it’ll lower their credit and I’ll have student loans that I took out for nothing, assuming I go). Plus, growing up in a protective household where I wasn’t allowed to even drive 10 minutes downtown, I have this instilled fear of even driving so far, so often, in that direction. I’m already someone who’s stressed 24/7, but the current focus of my stress is just very overwhelming, considering school is about 4 weeks away.
The more I think about it, it just seems like I’m not ready due to financial and mental health reasons, so deferring seems like the best option (if the school lets me since I’ve already accepted and registered for classes). But the idea of waiting another year after waiting one year to apply is so distressing. It feels like my life’s been on hold since undergrad ya know? And it’s embarrassing since I was so excited about the acceptance and told everyone about my school plans, so not showing up seems really disappointing, especially after bothering professors so much with a ton of wordy excessive emails about funding, scheduling, etc. There’s a professor there who was hyping me up and expressed their excitement for having me as a student so not showing up after telling them that I was excited to see them is just embarrassing and I feel like I’m disappointing them. I also can’t help but think how at this point I’ll be in my late 20s by the time I finish and as someone who was given the whole, go to school, get a job then get married talk, I hate this internalized misogyny I have of knowing I’ll have to be “older” (I realistically know 30s isn’t old but internally I feel differently) by the time I get married, especially when I put too much value into my current appearance as someone who grew up insecure. It sucks knowing one of my stressors is this idea that an imaginary future husband won’t get to appreciate my current beauty (blegh) and I won’t get to experience romance and intimacy in my youth (low-key makes me resent being born Muslim).
When I think about the option of deferring, I try to think positively of it in terms of bettering myself and getting more experience. But I don’t even think that’s possible because any type of experience in the field I’m looking to work in is few and far between where I live, and the ones that do exist are, you guessed it, downtown. So even if I got the permission from my parents which is unlikely, I don’t think I’d be able to get over the instilled fear of driving there. Plus, I would likely still need my own car for the year if I defer, so I’d be spending at least half the money I’m trying to save up for a car for school on a lease. When it comes to my mental health, I honestly don’t feel confident that I’ll fix myself by the time the deferral ends. Granted, the adhd treatment is new, but I’ve already been in therapy for years with no improvement. So I don’t know if there’s a point in deferring and why another year would be different if I’m just gonna end up at the same place with the same problems. It just feels like deferring is letting my parents win. Or that I’m not even giving myself the chance to succeed due to the anxiety of failing. I mean it’s not like I failed undergrad, I just struggled and didn’t feel like I was able to really take advantage of having the privilege of being in school (so kind of like doing the bare minimum, occasional late work, passing assignments but not studying, putting a ton on my plate but not doing each to the best of my ability, etc.; but I also had many successes and things that I’m proud of). Still, grad school is different from undergrad.
The whiplash of going from being so happy and trying to keep myself excited despite the anxiety, to being in tears these past couple of days, is upsetting. It just seems like I’m stuck, and I don’t know what to do.
Side note: I feel guilty for saying it but there’s a lot of resentment from me towards my parents because I feel like some of these problems are made worse by them holding me back. A former therapist brought up the possibility of ADHD years prior to my actual diagnosis, but I never looked into it b/c my parents were upset thinking that the therapist was completely wrong, so I just waited until I was burnt out before getting it checked (was told by my parents before leaving on the day of my testing that I didn’t have it lol, now they believe it). It feels like I could have had years to fix myself but now I’m behind. Something similar happened with the actual treatment where I’m only now just starting because my parents weren’t giving me permission for the first few months.