It has become more and more likely that I will have to give up my goal of getting a PhD, at least for now.
This was supposed to be my last quarter to go locate a new advisor; if I don’t find someone willing to sponsor me as a researcher before next January, I’m out of here. Even if I do get a tentative “yes” now, I would still have the additional hurdle of needing to ask for more time to work on my thesis, since my candidacy expires this coming February.
This is not how I pictured it all ending, of course, but this is the hard reality of the matter. You can’t get away with minimal productivity forever. And while I admit that I am not as motivated about doing research as I could be, the other part of it was that I had enough going on with my health and in my personal life to be a major distraction from getting anything else done.
Whenever I see other people who are on track to finish their degrees, it helps to remind myself that most of them are “normal” people, in the sense that they didn’t grow up in a family that looks more and more insane the farther away I get from it. Home was North Korea in miniature, with an autocratic dictator who didn’t care about what you wanted, would question you if you tried to leave (even for a simple jog around the block) or show any independence, and actively stifled any opportunities you had to branch out into the world and grow as a person.
It was an odd way to grow up, being “spoiled” with the privileges of an upper-middle-class income and education-focused parents on one hand, while also chafing at confinement and living in fear of punishment on the other. It taught me horribly wrong things about myself that I’m still working on untangling now.
Most importantly, it set me up for a lifetime of mental illness myself, a wretched sinking depression due to being inculcated with a twisted definition of love, and overly negative interpretations of the world and my own abilities to live in it. Without the help of antidepressant medication, I don’t think I would have ever been able to truly break free of the paranoia, anxiety, fear, helplessness, and gloom of my parents’ mindset.
Unfortunately, I had to do all of the work of realizing how sick my parents were and how much they had harmed me while my PhD candidacy clock was running. I had no choice – I wasn’t in any shape to be holding down a full time job, but I couldn’t afford to stop working entirely either. Ever since I found out the hard way that my dad wielded his financial support as a blunt weapon, I vowed to become financially independent of him as soon as possible.
I’m proud to say I’ve been (mostly?) taking care of myself since 2007 – finding my own housing, buying my own groceries, earning my own keep. While it has put a healthy distance between me and my often-abusive parents, it has come at a price – all of the time and energy spent keeping myself just barely afloat meant I couldn’t focus on research as much as I’d have liked. And going through all of these difficulties while also trying my best to hide them from my family for fear of a yelling-at, not to mention the absence of any kind of emotional support from them, only makes it harder.
I know now (without the pessimistic blinders of depression) that I am incredibly lucky and privileged, that I will have no trouble finding a job and keeping myself alive even if I don’t finish the PhD. So while I am sad to go, and really don’t want to, at the same time, I understand the hard requirements for the degree, and I also understand that life doesn’t end just because I haven’t reached this academic goal of mine so far. Emphasis on so far, since I always have the option to come back too, although it gets harder the longer people are out and away from school.
I don’t have any solid plans for the next few months, but I’ve studied some job postings and am considering going to work after a few months of good sorely-needed rest. It will be nice to have no sense of lingering doom over my head, not being followed everywhere by the guilt that I owe someone some long-overdue work. In an ideal world, I’d have been able to take a Leave of Absence and get myself all sorted out before coming back to finish triumphantly. This is, alas, not such an ideal world.