One of the things about university is that most students (disabled and non-disabled) are all thrown in the deep end, it is like chucking a kid who just learning how to swim into the deep end of the pool. In my four years I have seen people drown, float and everything in between. I would argue your time at university is when you grow the most as a person, I often look back at how I was when I first started and the person I have become.
From the outside university looks fun, partying, socialising and of course independence/being away from your parents (assuming you are not travelling from home). While yes all of these things are fun, trust me I had a great time – if you go to the club ‘Oceana’ they will know who I am 😂. But on the flip side, things can become very overwhelming, and I will explain why.
It may be your first time away from home and having to survive independently, which can be frightening for some. There also might be a culture shock for some
Learning to live independently managing chores, cooking, and paying bills can be a task. I have come across many people throughout my time who do not know how to cook, do laundry or anything like that, so that is something people should keep in mind.
In my case I was lucky I already had some experience living away, I knew how to do all of these things, but because of my medical condition there were things I didn’t manage before university that I had to learn, medication prescriptions for example.
On top of all of that you must study hard, get used to the new routine and location too. It quickly becomes familiar territory.
These are all things to consider and prepare for when going to university. Of course, everybody experience will be different, but in my four years I have had the highest of highs and I have had so much fun. Meeting new friends for life, experiencing new things, just living my best life even if I did burn through my bank account.
But I also experienced the lowest of lows and struggled both in the classroom and outside the classroom, the one thing I eventually learnt to do was ask for help. In my classes there were lots of times where I did not know what I was doing or understand what was being taught and I was always worried about asking, being made to look stupid – it was a big fear of mine. My grades while they were not bad, but they could have been so much better.
In my final year I decided I needed to buckle down, and my mindset changed from “I don’t want to look like an idiot” to “I don’t care if I look like an idiot”, and I was always asking my tutors questions and asking for feedback. Guess what happened, my grades shot up, I only wish I took this approach during my previous years too.