Double drop out here (in Scotland thank fuk- no fees for getting an education)
First time I was isolated, sharing a grande high vaulted volumoso room with some guy, we didn't speak.
I never wanted to go to uni- even though I self-taught myself to gain a qualification in order to get myself into a very selective course, but I ended up with modules in elec.eng, German literature, Spanish language, and some odd physics course. Not what I was aiming for and I didn't want to be there in the first place!
But there was a fucking harrowing family crisis going on so getting out of town seemed ok. I couldn't deal with it emotionally: there was a death of a granma and I didn't know if my brother was going l to die for about a year. My parents just wouldn't talk to me about what was going on or but for talk sake.
I decided after about 4 weeks that I was dropping out, but being away was away. I did the bare minimum to not rock the boat.
And I was 18, and a very early adopter of mephedrone. Probably half a key. I couldn't sleep on my left flank for many years afterwards as it was uncomfortable in the cardiovascular area.
And shame was the biggest driver of all.
The second time was more to my liking passing a year. Educating the educators in some instances. Not in a dickish way but I read probably 25 publications a month in and around the area of study, no socialising obvs.
But I was a precocious alcoholic. Had a depressive episode// the one's that prick up the ears of GPs. Who tbf we're excellent. I think with hindsight I was on and off depressed since early teens. There's not wrong wit me it's the world that's fucked- a principle that I have had to come to an accomodation with.
Shame and self-mu##. Alk cold-turkies
And now I teach. It's my vocation. Something I care deeply about.
passenger , I wrote this for me. Good luck, you care that's what counts.