Hello, everyone.
I was browsing a thread that popped up recently about job stability, and this got me thinking about my own struggles in life. I didn't want to crowd that user's thread with my issues, so I'm starting my own discussion, even though I did read a few pages of his, which I will draw from here.
As for myself, I never even thought I'd live this long, let alone be working or wondering how I'd support myself next. I went through a ten-year period (this year marks the anniversary) where I tried to advocate for my needs as someone long-suffering from mental health issues, and I got abused by the system (in my view). Even though I might have been treated better than a lot of you who have attempted to seek aid, I still have scars from those times.
Today's thoughts are brighter, but my parents (whom I live with) are older. And not infrequently, I worry that my Liberal Arts degree (which hasn't been too successful in getting me a job - though I did get one; more on that soon) isn't enough for me to continue on.
In the last year, I got a promotion to what seemed like a good gig. I work in education, and I assist students not too much different from myself (e.g., with more severe levels of autism or other "disabilities") live better lives, for whatever short time I'm with them. I'm not a teacher, and I don't work in a classroom. But when I got offered "the" classroom job, I only lasted a week despite my best efforts to keep it - I didn't realize I was battling something I couldn't control, or maybe... had lost control of. Then I came back to this job after nearly six months. As a result of not only the loss in income, but complications related to impulsivity (I guess?), recently I've had a lot less money, and if it weren't for my parents, I'd probably be homeless and extremely depressed.
My parents want to see me succeed, and yes, you may be thinking, "Wow, this person nearly had it! She's farther along than a lot can say." And yeah, I'd agree, if you did say that. I have a degree, family who loves me, a stable, if entry-level (and dead-end) job.
However, it seems I've been making all the wrong choices for myself, if I do make a choice at all. I deliberate endlessly on further education, and if I do decide on a program, I immediately "freak out," and rescind my enrollment, dropping courses even before I've had the chance to take them. Yes, I get it - the fact at all that I've got the privilege to take them is BIG. And I shouldn't have allowed myself to become as "freaked" at my first professional position; if I had, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, likely.
But maybe I wouldn't know I was autistic then.
What bothers me most is I know I can do more, and be more impactful, in the quiet ways I so wish. I want to help my parents pay for things as they age. But in the last year, it seems as my mood has steadied, my ability to hold it together has fallen apart... ironically enough.
It was always a little bit iffy, but now it's especially so.
I guess the biggest takeaway here, through all this explanation, is: What is going on with me? Am I just a spoiled kid who can't find her way because of the way she's been conditioned, or even her own biases/thinking?
I was browsing a thread that popped up recently about job stability, and this got me thinking about my own struggles in life. I didn't want to crowd that user's thread with my issues, so I'm starting my own discussion, even though I did read a few pages of his, which I will draw from here.
As for myself, I never even thought I'd live this long, let alone be working or wondering how I'd support myself next. I went through a ten-year period (this year marks the anniversary) where I tried to advocate for my needs as someone long-suffering from mental health issues, and I got abused by the system (in my view). Even though I might have been treated better than a lot of you who have attempted to seek aid, I still have scars from those times.
Today's thoughts are brighter, but my parents (whom I live with) are older. And not infrequently, I worry that my Liberal Arts degree (which hasn't been too successful in getting me a job - though I did get one; more on that soon) isn't enough for me to continue on.
In the last year, I got a promotion to what seemed like a good gig. I work in education, and I assist students not too much different from myself (e.g., with more severe levels of autism or other "disabilities") live better lives, for whatever short time I'm with them. I'm not a teacher, and I don't work in a classroom. But when I got offered "the" classroom job, I only lasted a week despite my best efforts to keep it - I didn't realize I was battling something I couldn't control, or maybe... had lost control of. Then I came back to this job after nearly six months. As a result of not only the loss in income, but complications related to impulsivity (I guess?), recently I've had a lot less money, and if it weren't for my parents, I'd probably be homeless and extremely depressed.
My parents want to see me succeed, and yes, you may be thinking, "Wow, this person nearly had it! She's farther along than a lot can say." And yeah, I'd agree, if you did say that. I have a degree, family who loves me, a stable, if entry-level (and dead-end) job.
However, it seems I've been making all the wrong choices for myself, if I do make a choice at all. I deliberate endlessly on further education, and if I do decide on a program, I immediately "freak out," and rescind my enrollment, dropping courses even before I've had the chance to take them. Yes, I get it - the fact at all that I've got the privilege to take them is BIG. And I shouldn't have allowed myself to become as "freaked" at my first professional position; if I had, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now, likely.
But maybe I wouldn't know I was autistic then.
What bothers me most is I know I can do more, and be more impactful, in the quiet ways I so wish. I want to help my parents pay for things as they age. But in the last year, it seems as my mood has steadied, my ability to hold it together has fallen apart... ironically enough.
It was always a little bit iffy, but now it's especially so.
I guess the biggest takeaway here, through all this explanation, is: What is going on with me? Am I just a spoiled kid who can't find her way because of the way she's been conditioned, or even her own biases/thinking?