Until last night I had a permanent post teaching a Humanities subject at a Russell Group university. There were lots of things I didn’t like about my job but plenty that I did like too. Unfortunately it’s a substantial commute away and I’ve had two children. My husband’s job, meanwhile, has become more demanding and he’s not in a position to be the ‘drop it all and get to school/nursery when the kids are sick’ parent. We have no family nearby. Childcare costs for the younger child are ruinous where we live, and so is the cost of the commute. I thought about it and thought about it and I could not see a way of making it work. I couldn’t see how I could have anything like a satisfactory home life or a satisfying work life at any time in the next 10 years. For the next two years at least we’d be running a loss during term time as childcare and travel costs would be greater than salary. Also, I hate commuting and I have completely lost confidence in my research. Just don’t believe in it, or myself, anymore. So I quit. And I’m so, so upset. That’s it. My career gone and a lot of my identity with it. Friendships with respected colleagues, gone. I feel like it’s an insane thing to do but the alternative is working my socks off, sticking the kids in wraparound care and with god knows who if they’re unwell, missing a lot of breakfasts and bedtimes, and travelling for minimum 4 hours a day, all for net £2k a year and a constant awareness that I’m underperforming at work.
Don’t really know what I want from this. Anyone done the same and made it back into academia? Anyone understand? Have I done something insane?