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[ink_splotch]

For a in many ways bad day, today really made me realize how much I love my department and my university and my stupid lecturers. I (somewhat inevitably) ended up crying in my seminar today, and so my lecturer (awkwardly, my favourite lecturer ever, who was my first tutor in first year) pulled me aside, and basically did everything he could to make life easier for me - he gave me an extension on my essay, told me not to worry about falling behind on reading, and assured me that I could catch up - and then he basically all but ordered me to seek help, and reccomended me a doctor. And it was just so stupidly nice to have an adult telling me that I'd be okay; I really appreciate the support I get from my friends and all, but it's different having an adult tell you these things.

So now I'm embaressed that I cried in front of a lecturer, and yet oddly happy, because, well, my university is lovely.

(And today I really wanted to talk about the awesome that is Being Human and the comfort food that is Star Trek, but instead, have more of my crazy!)

Comments

[myhappyface.livejournal.com]

It really is different to hear this things from adults. I have an adviser from Student Academic Services, who I get for being from a low-income household and the first person in my family to go to college, and if she tells me things are going to be all right, I generally believe her.

Enjoy your comfort Trek! Here, have Kirk flirting with his boyfriend.

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

The thing is, most of the time I feel very, very invisible to adults - I've never really been to see my personal tutor and I don't normally talk to my lecturers, for whatever reason. And it kind of meant a lot that my lecturer even noticed I was upset (before I started crying) and *saw* me, if that makes any sense? I don't know. I guess it's partly because I'm so far away from home - it feels like I don't really have any adults in my life, and then today I suddenly did and it was nice.

I am babbling. I shall now instead stare at your icon. mmmm.

[myhappyface.livejournal.com]

It makes complete sense.

*hug*

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[lattara.livejournal.com]

Honey, I can only repeat his advice: get help. This is making you insanely unhappy. Please, please get help.

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

I'm working on it. I've been in contact with counselling services, but there's a three week wait, which is not helping me. What my lecturer basically advised me to do was go to see a medical doctor, rather than a therapist. Which I will, because there has to be something they can do, right?

*hugs you*

[lattara.livejournal.com]

Doctors are supposed to be able to evaluate you, as well, and might be able to refer you to someone with a shorter waiting list. So, yes, please do that.

*hugs*

Love you.

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

I have a meeting with a therapist on the 11th! \o/

On the other hand, I'm not allowed caffeine. Boo hiss.

[lattara.livejournal.com]

\o/

Awesome! Please let me know how it goes, yeah?

Oh, poor thing. Whyever not?

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

No caffeine for me, as the doctor says it'll aggravate my stress levels; the meeting I had today basically resulted in my being told that I was stressed out, but wasn't allowing myself to feel stressed, so instead I get crying fits. Whoo? Anyway, excercise, no caffeine and therapy for me.

[lattara.livejournal.com]

It might be true; at any rate, trying it might help? And it can't hurt, even if it is annoying.

*cuddles you*

[eska-rina.livejournal.com]

♥

*hugs*

[vampirespider.livejournal.com]

♥

*hugs back*

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