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ok, i'm not sure what to write, but here it goes, what i expect to be a long and rambling post about all my problems and such in hopes of getting something useful back.......
SO....
I just started med school a few months ago, the second major exam week is next week (the week of Nov1 - MWF) and I'm freaking out. This is not ordinary pre-exam jitters, tho.
I suspect that I may have any or all of the following:
- a drinking problem (I've never drank so much and so often by myself before)
- a learning disability (I can't ****ing get myself to study!)
- some sort of mental illness (depression-related or, more likely, anxiety-related)
Um, let's see...
I was really suicidal in high school - I tried to kill myself several times (ineffectively, of course - trying to fall asleep behind the tailpipe of my my parents' running luxury cars; swallowing a matter of batteries; any non-pain-ivolving method i could think of - and i couldn't get my hands on a gun as a minor).
One day i locked myself in my room after i couldn't take it any more and wrote a huge letter to my parents spilling my guts out much like i'm doing now and, eventually i saw a Psychologist for a few weeks to "help" me with my "problems"
Long story short - He was incompetant and my parents are idiotic dinguses. Niether I nor my parents - who i eventually told about my suicide attempts - ever, at any point, informed the Psychologist about my suicide attempts. Officially, I was there under my personal suspicion of "having Social Anxiety Disorder." Sessions consisted mostly of him staring at me for 20 minutes at a time for forty minutes while i stared back at his "haunted house" screen saver, while intermittently muttering something about either politics or some other extraneous topic - such a socially confrontational style is certianly NOT how I would deal with someone coming in claiming to be socially phobic. ****ing dingus. oy. anyway, the sessions eventually stopped WITHOUT my notice of the final session OR that I would no longer be seeing him. When i later mustered up the courage to ask about this, my mom said that he said that "I'm just shy," which makes me want to cry just writing this.
One of the few VIVID memories of our bull**** sessions was me thinking about, and then thinking about how to say, then mustering up the courage, and getting my voacal chords ready, and then breathing in to finally s a y . . . that I fear that, because of my social anxiety, that i fear i will become dependent on alcohol in the future, when i enter college - when, just before i could let this out, he said, "well, it looks like time's up." god, that has burned into my memory like nothing else.
and, so, here i am, several years later, bottles of beer around me, typing this, and i'm sure he had n o t h i n g to worry about, nor should i, godforbid.
since then, my life has been quite good - i've got great friends and - shock of shocks to me - a girlfriend ! Although she's been my girlfriend for, oh, 3 and a half years now, i never really felt comfortable/courageous enough to ever tell her about all these deep-seated feelings i have.
i tell her all the time about how much i hate my parents, always pointing at the milions of little things they do that i hate them for (threatening to cut off tuition, being general all-around dinguses, etc etc), but never stating that the main, underlying reason i hate them so much is for the whole psychologist debacle - that they never bothered telling him that i was so suicidal, that they stopped my sessions with him w/o telling me, that they never once discussed my problems with me, and that i feel like they'd rather have a dead "good boy who goes to med school" than a living son that has FRIENDS (evil, in their book) and intersests and loves LIFE (god forbid).
ugh.
i dunno.
i don't know if i've gotten past these issues or not, though the very fact that that comprises most of what i've typed so far indicates that they probably are the underlying reason for all my bull**** problems so far.
i was gonna oriiginally post some short **** concerning a possible Learning Disability (tho i just think that i'm lazy/hate studying given that i find simple joy in merely living as a result of the suicide attmepts, which i often think about) and that i might have a drinking problem and how maybe i could give this as a reason for my awful performance...
i failed EVERY SINGLE ONE of my first exam week - 5 in all (Gross, gross lab, Micro, micro lab, neuro) and i dont' feel i'm gonna do that much better next week....
througout ever single semester in college, i was on acadmeic probation and under review of the program's directors - I was in a special program that let me into med school out of high school, without requiring me to take the MCAT, and so long as i maintain a minimum GPA in college and a min. B in science classes, which i regularly did poorly in. luckily, after the 3 years were up, i graduated with a degree in Psych (ironically), and a free ticket to med school, despite my constant begging of the dean to grant me a 4th year of college...argh.
on a different note, my brother (1, older) never made it into an american med shcool; ended up at Ross U in the carribean - Dominca - FLUNKEd out of that one, went on to the next Carribean med school - St. Matthew's and is hanging by a thread at it's campus in Maine, even tho, grade-wise he SHOULD have been kicked out of that one, too last semester, and only remains after an appeal to a dean who is willing to let my parents pay another XX,000/semester....
whereas he's always been 4 years older than me and 4 years ahead of me academically, he's now just finishing his 2nd year of med school... *******.
argh.
plus, my REAL passion is Psychology. i found the thought of doing psych reasearch exciting and the thought of teaching a psych class exhiliarating - so i should apply to grad school in psych right? but i spent so little time focusing on my studies in college, that i didn't bother busting my butt so much since i knew i was on track for med school!
so i'm between a rock and a hard place.
in reality, what's it's become is that i no longer see myself as having much desire "to be a doctor" so much as I want to get an MD degree, as a credential that will allow me to pursue a good Psych PhD program after i'm done with med school since my undergrad grades in general, and in psych as well, weren't spectacular, nor did i see a single one of my proffessors in their office hours and have NO potential prof recommendations and thus very little chance of getting into any decent psych program....!
i feel like i've been double screwed and i'm between a rock and a hard place.
and, if in the event i do get kicked out of med school, i think my main perogative would be to join the Marines and hope to make it as an officer and become a Marine Aviator, which would at least fulfill one of my dreams in life, and would likely instill some discipline in me that i'm so severly lacking. of course, this will be met with much resistance by my girlfriend (this i know for a fact, since i've brought up the prospect in the past) and, of course, my parents, who would disapprove and would want me to pursue med school, with tuition payment as their primary bargaining chip. The Marines would help pay for any med/psych school that I would pursue after my enlistment and I feel i'm the only one who would see this as a good thing.
and, of course, there's now the prospect of actual deployment into war since 2003, which is just another thing to personally worry about (well, my girlfriend moreso than I).
PLUS, upon receiving a stack of papers involving potential enlistment after seeing a recruiter on several different ocassions, it asks whether i've ever had suicidal thoughts/tendencies or not and i've been asked whether i've had psychiatric treamtent or not - which makes me almost more hesitant to seek help if this means doing so would jeopoardize my chance of pursuing that possible future...
god, i feel like if everyone knew what was going on, somehow there would be some goddamn understanding and i'd be able to do what's best for everyone involved...
and, in the meantime, no matter what i do or where i go, everyone's on my ass and it somehow ends up being worse than any other conceivable worst-possible-scenario. jesus.
god i've written a lot; but to summarize what is on my mind right NOW... here's the following whether i've acutally mentioned it or not
- suicidal tendencies in high school never resolved
- possible drinking problem at the presenet time
- possible learning disability? (minor)
- what am i gonna do with my life???
- if i get kicked out, what then?
- Psych grad school - but how???
- The marines?
- how do i get help if i need it - PRACTICAL, relevant advice is what i need
- i'm just so ANGRY and afraid all the time...
- what's wrong with me??!
- why can't i just do what i want and what i'm best at?
- i could very well be dead right now, yet i still procrastinate, take things for granted, am lazy, don't pursue what I really want, etc etc...
- how am i gonna go about/pay for all these things that i want to pursue? (psych, etc.)
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
wtf?
ANY Repsonse would be appreciated, except for any that say, "Derrr...you should get some help and stuff."
Thank you!
SO....
I just started med school a few months ago, the second major exam week is next week (the week of Nov1 - MWF) and I'm freaking out. This is not ordinary pre-exam jitters, tho.
I suspect that I may have any or all of the following:
- a drinking problem (I've never drank so much and so often by myself before)
- a learning disability (I can't ****ing get myself to study!)
- some sort of mental illness (depression-related or, more likely, anxiety-related)
Um, let's see...
I was really suicidal in high school - I tried to kill myself several times (ineffectively, of course - trying to fall asleep behind the tailpipe of my my parents' running luxury cars; swallowing a matter of batteries; any non-pain-ivolving method i could think of - and i couldn't get my hands on a gun as a minor).
One day i locked myself in my room after i couldn't take it any more and wrote a huge letter to my parents spilling my guts out much like i'm doing now and, eventually i saw a Psychologist for a few weeks to "help" me with my "problems"
Long story short - He was incompetant and my parents are idiotic dinguses. Niether I nor my parents - who i eventually told about my suicide attempts - ever, at any point, informed the Psychologist about my suicide attempts. Officially, I was there under my personal suspicion of "having Social Anxiety Disorder." Sessions consisted mostly of him staring at me for 20 minutes at a time for forty minutes while i stared back at his "haunted house" screen saver, while intermittently muttering something about either politics or some other extraneous topic - such a socially confrontational style is certianly NOT how I would deal with someone coming in claiming to be socially phobic. ****ing dingus. oy. anyway, the sessions eventually stopped WITHOUT my notice of the final session OR that I would no longer be seeing him. When i later mustered up the courage to ask about this, my mom said that he said that "I'm just shy," which makes me want to cry just writing this.
One of the few VIVID memories of our bull**** sessions was me thinking about, and then thinking about how to say, then mustering up the courage, and getting my voacal chords ready, and then breathing in to finally s a y . . . that I fear that, because of my social anxiety, that i fear i will become dependent on alcohol in the future, when i enter college - when, just before i could let this out, he said, "well, it looks like time's up." god, that has burned into my memory like nothing else.
and, so, here i am, several years later, bottles of beer around me, typing this, and i'm sure he had n o t h i n g to worry about, nor should i, godforbid.
since then, my life has been quite good - i've got great friends and - shock of shocks to me - a girlfriend ! Although she's been my girlfriend for, oh, 3 and a half years now, i never really felt comfortable/courageous enough to ever tell her about all these deep-seated feelings i have.
i tell her all the time about how much i hate my parents, always pointing at the milions of little things they do that i hate them for (threatening to cut off tuition, being general all-around dinguses, etc etc), but never stating that the main, underlying reason i hate them so much is for the whole psychologist debacle - that they never bothered telling him that i was so suicidal, that they stopped my sessions with him w/o telling me, that they never once discussed my problems with me, and that i feel like they'd rather have a dead "good boy who goes to med school" than a living son that has FRIENDS (evil, in their book) and intersests and loves LIFE (god forbid).
ugh.
i dunno.
i don't know if i've gotten past these issues or not, though the very fact that that comprises most of what i've typed so far indicates that they probably are the underlying reason for all my bull**** problems so far.
i was gonna oriiginally post some short **** concerning a possible Learning Disability (tho i just think that i'm lazy/hate studying given that i find simple joy in merely living as a result of the suicide attmepts, which i often think about) and that i might have a drinking problem and how maybe i could give this as a reason for my awful performance...
i failed EVERY SINGLE ONE of my first exam week - 5 in all (Gross, gross lab, Micro, micro lab, neuro) and i dont' feel i'm gonna do that much better next week....
througout ever single semester in college, i was on acadmeic probation and under review of the program's directors - I was in a special program that let me into med school out of high school, without requiring me to take the MCAT, and so long as i maintain a minimum GPA in college and a min. B in science classes, which i regularly did poorly in. luckily, after the 3 years were up, i graduated with a degree in Psych (ironically), and a free ticket to med school, despite my constant begging of the dean to grant me a 4th year of college...argh.
on a different note, my brother (1, older) never made it into an american med shcool; ended up at Ross U in the carribean - Dominca - FLUNKEd out of that one, went on to the next Carribean med school - St. Matthew's and is hanging by a thread at it's campus in Maine, even tho, grade-wise he SHOULD have been kicked out of that one, too last semester, and only remains after an appeal to a dean who is willing to let my parents pay another XX,000/semester....
whereas he's always been 4 years older than me and 4 years ahead of me academically, he's now just finishing his 2nd year of med school... *******.
argh.
plus, my REAL passion is Psychology. i found the thought of doing psych reasearch exciting and the thought of teaching a psych class exhiliarating - so i should apply to grad school in psych right? but i spent so little time focusing on my studies in college, that i didn't bother busting my butt so much since i knew i was on track for med school!
so i'm between a rock and a hard place.
in reality, what's it's become is that i no longer see myself as having much desire "to be a doctor" so much as I want to get an MD degree, as a credential that will allow me to pursue a good Psych PhD program after i'm done with med school since my undergrad grades in general, and in psych as well, weren't spectacular, nor did i see a single one of my proffessors in their office hours and have NO potential prof recommendations and thus very little chance of getting into any decent psych program....!
i feel like i've been double screwed and i'm between a rock and a hard place.
and, if in the event i do get kicked out of med school, i think my main perogative would be to join the Marines and hope to make it as an officer and become a Marine Aviator, which would at least fulfill one of my dreams in life, and would likely instill some discipline in me that i'm so severly lacking. of course, this will be met with much resistance by my girlfriend (this i know for a fact, since i've brought up the prospect in the past) and, of course, my parents, who would disapprove and would want me to pursue med school, with tuition payment as their primary bargaining chip. The Marines would help pay for any med/psych school that I would pursue after my enlistment and I feel i'm the only one who would see this as a good thing.
and, of course, there's now the prospect of actual deployment into war since 2003, which is just another thing to personally worry about (well, my girlfriend moreso than I).
PLUS, upon receiving a stack of papers involving potential enlistment after seeing a recruiter on several different ocassions, it asks whether i've ever had suicidal thoughts/tendencies or not and i've been asked whether i've had psychiatric treamtent or not - which makes me almost more hesitant to seek help if this means doing so would jeopoardize my chance of pursuing that possible future...
god, i feel like if everyone knew what was going on, somehow there would be some goddamn understanding and i'd be able to do what's best for everyone involved...
and, in the meantime, no matter what i do or where i go, everyone's on my ass and it somehow ends up being worse than any other conceivable worst-possible-scenario. jesus.
god i've written a lot; but to summarize what is on my mind right NOW... here's the following whether i've acutally mentioned it or not
- suicidal tendencies in high school never resolved
- possible drinking problem at the presenet time
- possible learning disability? (minor)
- what am i gonna do with my life???
- if i get kicked out, what then?
- Psych grad school - but how???
- The marines?
- how do i get help if i need it - PRACTICAL, relevant advice is what i need
- i'm just so ANGRY and afraid all the time...
- what's wrong with me??!
- why can't i just do what i want and what i'm best at?
- i could very well be dead right now, yet i still procrastinate, take things for granted, am lazy, don't pursue what I really want, etc etc...
- how am i gonna go about/pay for all these things that i want to pursue? (psych, etc.)
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
wtf?
ANY Repsonse would be appreciated, except for any that say, "Derrr...you should get some help and stuff."
Thank you!