The University of BYDLS
I recently started dating a new guy–we’ll call him “T”. He’s going to a local university for his Master’s in Industrial Engineering. He’s from India, where he did his undergrad work. Our first date was spent talking of current events, religions, cultural differences, and politics. I always hold my own in our discussions; however, I do feel inferior.
I confessed to T that I was intimidated by him. He laughed and asked why, and I explained:
My endometriosis symptoms appeared a month before my senior year in high school. My senior year was spent full of missing classes due to pain and/or doctor appointments and/or surgeries. My school performance suffered, as did my grades. I did go on to graduate and be accepted into a local university with plans to become a history professor. Between medications and pain, I made it through two semesters which were littered with dropped classes before I had to withdraw completely. No degree, no history tenure.
T told me not to think in terms of degrees and classes. He pointed out that I was fortunate–while I was stuck at home tending to my body, I was also able to explore many areas that interested me and not be bound by a syllabus or a textbook. I built my own library full of books. When I didn’t feel up to reading, I could always watch documentaries. I could roam the internet for current events, and not just be limited to a half hour news show. I could let my interests take me anywhere I wanted to go, and I did.
Because of my illnesses, there are many social norms that I don’t fit into, so I’ve had to make them fit me, or disregard them all together. One of the last norms that I was hanging onto was my lack of a degree. I’ve met many Spoonies that are very intelligent but were also unable to get a degree, and I don’t judge them or look down upon them–and I enjoy talking with them and learning from them–so why do I do that to myself?
T was right. I shouldn’t let my lack of degree take away from the knowledge I have gathered over the years because of my own studies. I should be proud of what I’ve learned, and be confident in my discussions with others, no matter what their formal education level may be.
I don’t let my illnesses define my body, and I shouldn’t let a piece of paper/lack thereof define my intelligence.
Article written by staff writer, Sonja Peterson
Sonja is a cat mom with endometriosis and fibromyalgia. She also had a hysterectomy for adenomyosis. She blogs about her experiences at The Mud and the Lotus www.mudandlotus.com. Follow her on Twitter @sonjathegreat.
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