My last semester I missed a lot of class. I was dealing with a nasty mental illness that just got worse and worse. My panic attacks required Xanax and rest, and were happening nearly every day. I was paranoid most of the time, missing my therapy appointments as a result, and having regular mini mental breakdowns throughout the semester. I wasn’t registered with the disability office at school, (though I am looking into it now) but my professors were either understanding or indifferent.
A few weeks ago a few people from my high school got together to catch up. One of the girls there was my friend and going to be my roommate when school started again. We were talking about a class we’d taken together last semester and how well we’d done.
“I got a B, but I could’ve probably gotten an A if I’d gone to class more,” I said.
A girl from our graduating class let out a laugh.
“I wish I could get away with not going to class. My college is hard on that.”
And that turned into a flurry of conversation about how none of them can miss class because their professors require attendance, and how kids who don’t go to class fail. People who skip class are never going to make it in the world.
My friend just smiled at me and the two of us talked about how it’d been medical reasons, but I didn’t feel better. I didn’t get a word in as to why I missed class, it was just assumed I was lazy and using college as an excuse to get out of the house and not move forward with my life.
I don’t blame the girl. Not really. A little. I get that it was a conversation starter, but she didn’t listen to my reasons, she just assumed. It bothered me for weeks. It still does. It brought on a few panic attacks, though to be fair I probably would have had them anyway.
I don’t use my mental illness as an excuse to not go to class. I love school, I get upset when I can’t make it to class. I have to work hard to catch up and make sure I’m on the same page as the other students. I missed a lot of class, and that semester ended with hospitalization, but I worked hard and ended up with a GPA I could be proud of.
Think before you speak. You don’t always see how someone is struggling, and you might end up saying something that really hits home.
For those of you struggling, please do what you need to take care of yourself. If that means not going to class one day because you can’t breathe and the world is crushing you, than take off class. Get registered with the disability center if need be, it’ll help you. Don’t listen when people dismiss you as lazy or attention seeking because you have mental illness. If they spent a day in your head they’d speak to you a lot differently.
Take care.
—Em