Teachers/Professors are useless.
Now that is a very provocative title to keep but hear me out.
In my short span of life. I have come to realise that most teachers are equipped to help only those that do not cause any "trouble".
They failed to help me when I was in the worst of my state because they didn't know how to help someone with depression and severe anxiety. They didn't know how to teach someone who couldn't focus and whatever they told me— it would only work for those who didn't struggle with any of it i.e. those students who were normal.
That is the point I'm trying to make.
They don't know how to help those that are not in the bracket of normal and the advice they give, the things they teach of the mundane, their teaching methods none of it helps those who don't fall in normal.
The thing that happens is quite the opposite. The things they do instead harm the individual because now you have a person who would have done better if guided by an individual who went through the same thing.
The ones who don't understand it and have never experienced it will never be able to help as well as someone who has experienced otherwise.
The example I have is a fresh one— I struggled a lot but I somehow made it to med school. It was a joke of a selection really because I barely made it in reality but it didn't matter because all those who mocked me could only see that I had made it and not how I made it. I made it by a miracle that I made to happen because I was strategic in my final moments.
And then I came here and forgot all about who I was and what I struggled with because I was surrounded by those who didn't. I began listening to professors and in all honesty forgot that I was someone who is "barely functional".
And my depression and anxiety came back slowly but surely. That's how it has been for me for a while.
The professors here make me angry because med school is the cesspool of Mentally sick people— cunning, clever, selfish and sick people. People that make you sick to the core.
I had forgotten that I'm supposed to follow my own advice, listen to advice of those people that can actually help me and not work as to how the professors expect me to work.
That is where I failed. I failed when I decided to chase perfection after the professors talked me into it. They addressed the entire class and I forgot that I'm not the majority. It wasn't like they knew anything about me individually and yet addressed in generalization and I forgot that I'm not supposed to follow anything they say regarding performing.
And I wish it was an option— which professor you wanted to be around and which you didn't.
I'm the minority with the struggle and 95% of their "ideals of an ideal student", " how to work", "what to work", "how to be" and anything they say won't help me but will in the long term make things utterly difficult for me.
So I don't know what else to say other than that professors/teachers are quite useless to me because they can't help me, not even if they tried. Their perceptions are too fixed. Their way of working and beliefs cannot change and I'm one of the casualties of it in many ways.
