Within academe, there’s a huge stigma around mental health issues such as depression, schizophrenia, or bipolar disorder.Katie Rose Guest Pryal’s regular column on Vitae gives a lot of excellent advice on how to treat your colleagues fairly if they have psychiatric disabilities.Since I won’t ever have a tenure-track job, I feel it’s my moral obligation to put some giant, flashing warning signs around the bad advice that perfectly well-meaning people might offer to graduate students. Depression is normal among doctoral students, so you should just tough it out/exercise more/throw yourself into your work/do some yoga. Shine notes that her advisers discouraged medical leave, but that’s only one way that grad school can take a toll on students.Sadly, depression is common in grad school—or at least it’s common enough to be a fairly large concern. It can be a socially isolating experience, made worse by the financial strain of low pay, loan payments looming in the future, and the fear of never getting a tenure-track job.my list of the top (or bottom, depending on how you look at it) five worst pieces of advice you hear in grad school. Really, the list could be endless—there’s an unfortunate number of people who are spouting terrible things on this subject, all the time.Some of the lousy advice I heard myself, and some I heard from colleagues’ horror stories. But even though that’s true, the working conditions in academia can exacerbate all kinds of mental illness.In fact, the suit was very nearly made on my behalf, and against my will.
Deans wrote letters; chairs made calls; hiring committees were warned of the “seriousness of the offense”; jobs were threatened–and I went unconsulted. …In our enlightened contemporary university, men walk on eggshells and women run from shadows.
Since I—especially as a nineteen-year-old—never turned down an offer for sake on a school night, I happily accepted the invitation and went to his room the next night.
There, it was a study break typical of many of the ones I had attended in my own entryway, except everyone was a senior and boozed up.
In most cases, it would be counterproductive for it to emerge, itself, into the limelight. It is the campus on which pedagogy is gutted and gored.
This, unfortunately, is the scenario that confronts us today. My own success would have been perfect had I elected in the last few years to sue my fiance, a professor at the university where I am completing a doctorate, for our relationship.