I adore learning.
I was never a gifted academic at school – good grades coming only after a hard slog – but the desire to learn was always there.
Perhaps it is a longing to discover more of the world than is immediately apparent, to get under its skin?
I’m questioning this as I’ve been encouraged to take a PhD, since completing my Masters. Even writing these words seems embarrassing. My second degree, the one that, pre-MS, was going to spring-board me into a promising career as The Teenager would then be out of child-care, ground to an abrupt halt as soon as the first symptoms appeared. After almost ten years of working in a low-paid, part-time job to be available for him, it was a bitter pill.
A Doctorate is an idle, long-held dream. It was something other people did, the clever ones. Not the ones who turned down a University place at 18 to move to Austria instead. If I’d done the former, I would now be a Russian-German translator, and who knows how my life would have turned out?
To get to the point that I could even think about the next step is nothing short of miraculous, and obviously I have the incredible MS treatments I’ve had to thank for keeping my MS progression at bay. But I would like to think it’s also due in some part to my sheer obstinacy. The days, weeks, months I spent with huge sheets of paper dotted around the house filled with random jottings and essay outlines. The fluttering waves of post-it notes on my desk. My tears when my brain refused to comply.
And yes, I tried to give up, many times. It all seemed impossible. Who was I trying to kid? But where does this obstinacy come from? Well, a very unlikely source.
Years ago, a partner of mine (who will remain anonymous although if he is reading this, he will know exactly who he is), told me over and over again how stupid I was. I had no degree back then, just years of experience working abroad and three languages under my belt. He had a degree and a post-grad qualification.
This became quite an issue, with every argument prefaced with, ‘well, as I have a degree, I feel more qualified to say …’. In frustration I challenged us both to MENSA tests. And what do you know, my score was higher. But in a way, the damage had been done. I believed I was stupid (it had been said often enough). And for years after, that voice followed me. Until MS came along and his voice was drowned out.
MS could have been the final nail in the coffin, and it would at least have been an excellent excuse.
But I have other ideas …
I can’t tell you how proud I am of you…and I only know something of you through this site.
But I feel an affinity borne (I think), of us both refusing to allow MS to take away our hopes and ambitions.
I have faith that you will achieve whatever you set your mind to; you’re inspirational and determinedly unfettered by the limitations MS would love to impose on you.
I look forward to the day I will call you ‘Dr Stensland’.
Best wishes x
What a lovely comment, thank you so much!
There’s definitely something in that – refusing to let MS get the better of us 🙂
Go for it …. you will do it ??X
Thanks my dear!
If you’re going to write that novel you’ve mentioned, why not do it as part of a PhD; therefore, killing two birds with one stone! 🙂
That is an excellent idea; I hadn’t really thought of it in that way!
Loved catching up not read things for a while
A fellow Ms DX 29 years ago.