The causes of my depression, part 9: rolling with the punches
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In high school, my life had been synthetic: my academic and social lives were blended together harmoniously, despite my parents’ attempts to disrupt that harmony. In university, I was forced to live essentially two separate lives, and had to divide my attention between them. I suffered greatly through the first two years because it wasn’t until third year that I managed to somewhat integrate the two halves of my life again.
I think that my parents chose a program with such a heavy workload because they believed that it would force me to focus on the subjects that I needed for graduate school while preventing me from having the free time to devote my attention to subjects which had “nothing to do with” a future career in academia. As always, their actions had the opposite effect… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 8: a “prestigious” degree
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I was very far ahead of my high school classmates, and by third year I was practically already in university, because I was spending so much time at the University of Toronto libraries. I actually could have entered university after the third year of high school, but my father forbade me from doing so because he disapproved of my academic plans. I had wanted to study computer science and physics (especially astrophysics), with a smattering of courses in religion and history, which I could have done by entering a flexible program with a small workload and then choosing my own courses. I was preparing myself to fill a niche for scientists who could communicate with both computer scientists and physicists, while being in a position to take advantage of the career and monetary opportunities created by the coming shift of the West’s attention to the Muslim world. My father claimed that this was “unfocused”… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 7: my mother’s selfishness
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I simply did not want my parents to be able to take credit for my achievements. They attacked me continuously throughout high school for doing the very things I needed to do in order to succeed in academia. I have already written about how my father beat me for reading books on science, dismissed my scientific writings as worthless, and locked me out of the house for going to the university library.
But my mother also played a role in destroying my academic abilities by attacking me for collaborating with others and for teaching… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 6: how Mrs. Mallo saved my academic career
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There were a couple of things which helped me cope with my parents’ continual attempts to prevent me from studying what I wanted to study in high school. I found great inspiration in the writings of M. K. Gandhi (popularly known as Mahatma Gandhi, an honorific which he did not like). Gandhi believed that the way to resist an unjust law is to break it with a full awareness of the consequences and the willingness to suffer the attendant penalties, while remaining firm in one’s convictions. A line spoken by the title character in Richard Attenborough’s biographical film on Gandhi in particular steeled my resolve: “They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then they will have my dead body — not my obedience.” I recalled this line whenever my father beat me for reading books on science. I also read the works of Henry David Thoreau, who inspired Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, Jr., one of many people who put Gandhi’s words into action.
But what really saved me and my career in science from my parents was the protection and assistance of Mrs. Mallo, the mother of one of my best friends in high school… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 5: the Stephen Hawking incident
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Throughout high school, I used to carry around stacks of books and scientific papers with me. My father had warned me not to bring them into the house because he did not want to see them, but of course I would just hide them in my room or disguise them by putting an acceptable book on top or in front of them. I thought that the whole charade was rather quite funny. I had friends who hid pornography or alcohol or music with illicit lyrics from their parents, and I even knew of people who stashed drugs; my classmates stayed out late to attend parties or meet with lovers. And here I was, having to conceal scientific papers and sneaking out to go to the university library! But I was caught several times, and punished with varying degrees of severity.
The one incident which finally made it impossible to study at my parents’ house was actually rather mild… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 4: the Mentorship Program
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Because I was so eager to get ahead, I tried to spend as much time in university as early as possible. I participated in two programs designed by the University of Toronto to give bright and ambitious high school students a head start in their university careers.
The first was Computing Insights, which was a kind of computer science summer school. Now, I already knew that was was being taught in my high school “computer science” classes had very little in common with what academic computer scientists actually studied. The high school classes treated computer science as a vocational subject, and taught skills such as word processing, programming, and graphics. For the most part, they never introduced any abstract notions such as models of computation. So it was a very good experience to have been able to speak with actual professors and graduate students in computer science. The experience affirmed my view that my father had absolutely no idea what he was talking about when it came to what was or wasn’t computer science.
The other program that I was involved with created a lot of friction with my father… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 3: “stop wasting money on worthless books”
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Of course, I cannot speak of anyone else’s experience, but my sense is that other students of Chinese background were, like me, also pressured by their parents not to read any books outside of school. The ones I knew always seemed surprised that I was reading books all the time which were not required for school. But more importantly, their parents lead by counterexample: whenever I have visited the homes of my Chinese classmates, I have noticed that by far the majority of books on their parents’ bookshelves were of a serious technical nature. In contrast, whenever I have visited the homes of my university professors, their shelves were filled with books which, by my parents’ criteria, “had nothing to do” with their research. Similarly, the bookshelves in my non-Asian classmates’ homes were filled with fiction or books on subjects which were clearly unrelated to their parents’ work.
In my parents’ house, it was apparent which shelves belonged to my father and which belonged to me: … » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 2: my high school predictions about the future
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In high school, I predicted to my parents what I would be doing in the future, the kind of environment I would be working in, and even the demographics of the people I would be working with. But instead of helping me, my parents did everything they could to hinder me and prevent me from achieving my goals.
My predictions were quite reasonable, or so I thought. First, there would be a close collaboration between computer scientists and physicists to study some issues which are at the core of both fields; as a result, there would be a niche for people fluent in both fields who could facilitate communication between the two communities. Naturally, I thought that I should fill that role. Second, I would be working in close proximity specifically to astrophysicists… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
The causes of my depression, part 1: a summary of the present situation
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I suppose that this is really part 7 in a series on overcoming my writer’s block, but it seemed kind of silly to continue with the “writer’s block” theme after writing six posts, the last of which was quite lengthy. I am therefore beginning a new series on the causes of my depression.
However, although I want to continue writing about how I managed to lead an interesting and eventful life and make what I think are meaningful contributions to society in spite of having abusive and controlling parents, my first priority is to get back to science writing as soon as possible. So I want to finish this series quickly, and then begin writing about science.
The content of these posts was actually collected and expanded from notes I took after my sessions with UW Counselling Services and also a private psychiatrist. In these posts, I am going to give a chronological summary of the events leading up to my current severe bout of depression. But before I do so, I will briefly describe my current situation, in order to connect the events of the past to the present… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]
Overcoming my writer’s block, part 6: communications technologies and their effects on global politics
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After I finished writing this post, I realised how long it was, and also how much I have written previously about the re-emergence of religion in global politics. I don’t want to give the impression that this was my primary interest during high school. In fact, it placed a rather distant second to the physics of computation. But I cannot write about that right now, because every time I try to do so my mind freezes — that’s basically the reason I cannot complete my research proposal.
My career as a computer scientist should have ended the night my parents locked me out of the house in high school for doing research on the physics of computation. But it didn’t, and that is due almost entirely to the fact that I turned my attention to the topics discussed below in this post… » [Expand post]« [Collapse post] [Permalink]