Just that really. Seriously regret choosing the degree although I find the work incredibly easy .
The first two years I barely attended ( maybe 10 occasions ) but everything was uploaded online so I quietly and diligently worked through it and scored in the high 80’s.
I spent most of the summer planning my years work as I knew what was required , did a lot of research / writing etc and it’s all coming together nicely and should be fine.
I hate the actual course though, I dislike lectures , meeting and seminars , I hate groups , gallery visits and having to pretend to be interested in other peoples stuff . I have social anxiety and I don’t socialise or have friends , I can’t imagine ever choosing to work with others I just do my thing on my own . It’s how I was built . I read all the time because I’m a loner , every time I’ve been forced to attend a tutorial every single text or exhibition they suggest is something I’ve already read or seen. They mean well but I never learn anything and I spend the days leading up to it feeling unwell because of the anxiety of having to travel to the place and interact with them. I could quite legitimately get my doctor to sign me off from physical attendance for the rest of the academic year and I could just submit at the end . My social isolation is the result of trauma and my autism so it won’t change . I see my future as one where I work from my house and garden and via the internet .
I think I’m concerned that they’ll deliberately lower my grade as ‘penance’ for not attending and conforming though. My last degree was an online one anyway and my PHD will be research based so less of a concern . But once again I was supposed to be there today and had planned to attend , had a nice outfit hair done etc and just couldn’t bring myself to leave the house . The upset wasted all of yesterday feeling anxious , cost me my sleep last night and then this morning. I was drained and needed a nap after finally deciding not to go , but then I’ve had a really productive afternoon of work.
it’s stupid to keep this up isn’t it ?
I need to stop trying to go in . Even receiving emails from the tutors makes me feel a bit panicky because they are invariably demands / invitations that I then deliberate over until I’m Ill. Sometimes getting as far as the bus stop / train and then freaking out and walking home .
All this money to just feel so deeply sad all the time . Panicking about the next time I’m supposed to go there, being reminded of how strange and hopeless I am.
I feel like just through the project and dissertation and sending it in to be graded and just blocking the entire institution from contacting me . 6 months feels like forever .