2018 was a long year.
I've put off writing a little reflection on 2018 for a while now. Part of that has been due to how tired I am. Part of that will be simply due to my priorities not laying with updating a blog. Part of that will be me not wanting to sit down and take account of everything that happened.
I hit burnout this year. It had been building for a while. You know the kind of burnout? The kind where you can spend every week day exercising and doing fieldwork and analysing data intensley and then can't summon the emotional fortitude to pick up the phone to make a GP appointment, or speak to a supervisor. Unfortunately I think it was a pretty typical progression; supervision for my Phd has been problematic for a while. I've had five named supervisors for a while, and no real supervision. I'd not see a supervisor for months at a time, and when I did see them I felt obliged to tell them everything was ok. To essentially lie to them about how I was feeling about my PhD. That's its own problem really -- eventually I want to write a piece about life at Open Lab and the issues around supervision there, and how I never felt that it was possible to approach or speak to anyone. To sum up my experience; for the latter half of my PhD (around halfway through Stage 2) nobody ever asked to actually see my thesis. Not once. I had to attach it in its current state to my annual progression panel. That caused me a lot of anxiety. The progression panel were fine with the state of the thesis -- I had publications. My supervisors were usually attentive to my work when it was CHI time.
The environment in Open Lab turned actively toxic. Patrick Olivier's abusive management style was beginning to be reproduced by some of the academics in the lab. The other professor in the lab, Pete, sat back and claimed ignorance when confronted with the reality. I know this was not a genuine claim. The emotional support I was giving others was necessary but also taxing. Partially due to the specific way I was suffering under Open Lab made me feel I couldn't speak up and thus others kind of presumed I was fine. Nothing was put back in my tank. As much as I love my friends and colleagues at Open Lab, I am upset they never really made efforts to ask how I actually was (with a few notable exceptions).
At the same time, my relationship with B was growing steadily worse. Not due to her, but because of my ignorance and self-absorption in my own mental health issues. I'm so sorry for everything. I can explain it. I did genuinely have mental health problems, and probably have for a while. Probably will continue to have for a while. I can't excuse it. My relationship to Helmsley Road (my home of seven years) was also deterioating. The walls that had once acted as shelter and opportunity, and an incubator for my growth started to steadily warp into something else. It had been building for a while. I couldn't leave because of the financial uncertainty that came from my funding running out and my perceived dependance on my pull-up bar and the "flexibility" of the landlord. I would sit there, being the only one who ever did any cleaning for years, feeling trapped.
It came to a head in August. I couldn't take any more. I sent a 'state of the union' style email to all five of my named supervisors. I received a mixed set of responses from ones that actively blamed me to ones that took responsibility for their failure. I also spotted my dream job, and in September I was offered a role at the Open Data Services Co-Operative. I also moved flat and broke up with B. All of these rapid changes across the last quarter of 2018 also took their toll. It was really tough, and those decisions each have had their lingering negative effects. But they've given me the chance to start the next stage of growth. There's been a few false positives with the mental health. I was feeling better and then took on too much again, and once again it came to a head recently where I was socially exhausted and nothing was putting back into the tank.
Right now, I'm fairly positive I'm on a better trajectory. I've got steady employment, meaning my anxiety over money is a lot less. I'm in a lovely new flat with an amazing new flatmate and the place is very much what I need in a home. It has a central hub around the kitchen table where I spend time alone and time with my flatmate. I'm still writing my thesis. I still miss B, but I need to be alone to recuperate and reflect to rebuild my foundations. I watched the sunrise over the beach today; an annual ritual of mine. The solitude and headspace felt right. I'm ready to put in the work to make myself happy again.
I think 2019 is going to be a long year too.
This is in response to the now page movement. Right now:
A person's philosophy drives how they approach things and interact with others. As such you can sum up my philosophy as being heavily influenced by the following (listed alphabetically rather than in order of prevalence as that is impossible tell):
I try to maintain a simple and sustainable diet. Although I'm sometimes a bit naughty. Broadly, I would describe myself as practicing pescetarian diet as I exclude meat 99% of the time. This is for ethical/sustainability reasons, as well as for bodily health. I've also been diagnosed with Coeliac Disease, meaning I react pretty nastily to things containing gluten. I therefore don't feature bread prominently and since gluten-free bread products are super expensive I tend to just eat more vegetables. My main sources of carbohydrates are rice, and starchy vegetables. I'm still naughty and have bread occasionally, but I treat it the same way as drinking alcohol or smoking. I usually budget for having one planned and one unplanned gluten intake per week. I've been limiting sugar for some time now but recently developed a weekend snacking habit that sometimes involves cheesecakes.
My favourite foods shift around a bit but at the moment I look forward to eating:
The last two years have been a bit hectic and I've had some mental health issues. I'm not as active as I normally am when I'm better, however:
Inspired by @rhiaro. Here's how you may get in touch with me should you feel the need.
|Method||Description||Will I see it?||Will I reply?|
|Phone call and SMS||I store my phone at home in a box unless I need it for 2-factor auth or for travel. Expect long replies for SMS. All unknown numbers are routed to voicemail automatically, so leave a message.||Eventually.||If I know you, yes. Otherwise definitely not.|
|Instant Messaging||This is my preferred method of getting in touch. I use both Signal and Telegram. I am aware of the multiple problems with each, but this is the best we've got. Signal is on my phone and laptop but Telegram is only on my laptop. I will mostly see messages on my laptop when it's open (office hours + weekends, mostly). If you don't know me already please contact me via Telegram rather than Signal. I do not and will never use Whatsapp.||Almost certainly||Probably.|
|I have two email addresses. If you know me use the one you usually do. If not,
||Probably||If you know me, definitely yes. If you don't then probably yes.|
|Social Media||I output to my Mastodon and Twitter accounts. I do not log in or otherwise check them. I do not have Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, or LinkedIn accounts||No.||Nope.|
I can't stress enough how much I'm looking forward to this mountain climb tomorrow. Although I'm socially exhausted and ideally want to be alone; being with Patchy on a hill is one of the most energising things I have ever done and I adore it.