Of course, after reading the title, there’s a plethora of additional context and circumstance necessary to blueprint my current dilemma.
Before 2020 was a concept in everyone’s mind, I wrote a forum thread detailing my concerns of staying in college at the time and my costly and inefficient life plan I had decided to take instead.
My brash, impulsive, and selfish decision has cost me great emotional and relational harm to my parents. As much as I didn’t want to provide any sense of validation to the naysayers I’d discuss this matter with at the time, my inability to view it in the lens of good faith advice caused me to dig my heels in further than what any reasonable young adult would and should have done.
During the time I was living with this person, from January of 2020 to January of 2023, I enrolled in and graduated from one of the top culinary schools in the nation. However, due to abusive domestic circumstances and led me to flee the home and seek out a restraining order, I have again reached another point of stagnation and failure to launch.
I couldn’t hold any restaurant jobs for longer than two months, and I’ve since soured on pursing another restaurant gig since May of 2022, or any job for that matter. My fear of immense financial and time commitment has caused me to wander aimlessly through life, piggybacking off of either my current partner or my parents who have grown justifyingly impatient and outraged.
I now wake up every morning with a burdensome sentiment of guilt and regret, questioning whether I am even deserving of any past or present charity and to some extent, if I am deserving of living as an adult at all. To this day, I struggle to move forward because of this damage I put on my family and my fear in inflicting further harm paradoxically making it grow even worse, as my parents have paid for my rent every month since I moved out of my hometown.
Still, some of the sentiments I laid out in my original post I do somewhat resonate with today. At 18, I legitimately didn’t feel emotionally mature enough to make such a major life decision of attending an expensive college to the scale of tens of thousands per year, and my career aspirations are still quite fickle. Although my intellectual capabilities were/are more than sufficient for success in higher education, my mental challenges of living with Autism Spectrum Disorder and ADHD, along with other psychiatric diagnoses, handicap me from aiming for any life purpose greater than what is immediately in front of me.
With all that laid out, a few complicated questions persist pertaining to moving forward that I have no direction in answering by myself.
1: How can I forgive myself for the mistakes I made in the past to myself and my family?
2: What would be my most realistic options be if I wished to pursue higher education again?
3: What are some key takeaways I can hold on to so I don’t repeat the same logical traps I walked into previously?
For reference, I’m currently living in Brooklyn, New York and I have both applied to non-college youth job programs in Digital Marketing and Finance Operations and have been seeking vocational rehab since November of last year with a state-sponsored program.