Graduate school is not for babies.
And I mean that in more ways than one.
Contrary to the impression I may have given in my
first post, I am not a baby. I think I have pretty thick skin. Part of it is because my family's way of showing affection is to criticize each other. Most of the time it is in a fun-loving way, although sometimes it can become a bit much.
At the same time, I don't handle true criticism very well, because I am not used to being criticized. According to my mom, she rarely criticized me growing up because I was already so self-critical that she didn't feel it did any good. Basically I came out the womb this way.
I often feel as if my advisor has picked up on this, and treats me accordingly. I don't know if it's because he really cares about my feelings, or that he just doesn't have the people skills to really deal with me, and therefore doesn't. I suspect it's the latter. The problem with this approach is that while I am pretty easy to ignore for the most part, he eventually lets all his harsh feelings build up and then erupt like Mount Vesuvius.
But that's not really what I came to talk about. I didn't come here to talk about
being a baby; I came here to talk about
having a baby in graduate school.
On the one hand, I have as a role model my father, who made it through graduate school with three kids. On the other hand, I have my mother, who thinks there is no better way to ensure becoming ABD than to have a kid whilst in graduate school. And she's probably right, although at this point I don't even think I am going to make it that far.
I have a baby. If this means that I cannot cut it in graduate school, so be it. I don't regret having a baby. My whole life, I've always imagined myself with a family, and now I have one. No, graduate school is not a good time to have a baby, but when is? Let's face it, even sans baby, by the time I finish graduate school, I will be far beyond traditional child-bearing age, not to mention looking for a job. I don't think it would be any easier to have a baby my first year in a tenure-track position, for example, than it is now. And it's not as if the salary for an assistant professor is enough to pay for multiple attempts at IVF, unless I were to land a job in New Jersey, where state law mandates that insurance cover fertility treatments.
I resent that many women give me the impression that I am not dedicated to my career a) because I had a baby and b) because I don't want to put aforementioned baby into full-time daycare. Ultimately, maybe I am not dedicated enough to achieve my current career goals, but that is for me to judge, not you. I never tell women who put their kids in full-time daycare starting at six weeks that they aren't dedicated to their families. I recognize that what's right for you and your family might not be right for me, so please, grant me the vice versa.
When I look around for role models, I find surprisingly few. In fact, for starters, in my department, there are, like, three women. One was hired last year and is younger than I am, which is somewhat depressing. The other is approaching 60 and is single and childless. The third is the closest I have to a role model, although when I asked her for tips about trying to balance life in academia with a baby, she informed me that her daughter was in full-time daycare starting at eight weeks, which she regrets. That was helpful. Not.
Looking further, I realized that very few people in my department have families. Is it just that my field has a disproportionately high number of anti-social people, or that academia demands so much more of us than other vocations? The answer to the former is yes, and I suspect the answer to the latter is also yes, but in what way?
I have many reasons to believe that I am perfectly cut out for a career in academia, but when it comes right down to it, I am actually a pretty bad graduate student. I suspect this makes me the resident slacker of academicsecret, but I don't really care. I must have been a 1950s housewife in some past life, or something. In fact, right now I should be writing up my methods, but I have ca. 0 motivation. The only thing keeping me going is knowing that if I drop out of school, I can't continue to blog here. And that would be tragic indeed.