Man. It’s so weird that you would post this.
Let me preface this post by saying that I do not think I’m depressed. There was a time when something really bad was wrong with me–though it differed from run-of-the-mill depression substantially–but I think I have recovered. I still go to the therapy and take anti-depressive meds, so maybe I’m not cured. But I’m doing good things with my life that I couldn’t have dreamed of doing a couple of years ago, so I’m using that as proof that I am much better.
However, I’m still dealing with psychiatric problems. They may be neurological or psychosomatic or a combination of both, but they nonetheless affect me internally. I go to work everyday and smile and laugh when appropriate, and most times it’s genuine. But sometimes it’s fake (forced, is more like it) and I’m just trying to get through the interaction as best as I can. I was thinking I was doing a good job of hiding my “true” self until a couple of weeks ago, when someone at work noticed my difficulty walking. Very slow and Parkinson’s-like. Being a normal person, they asked what was wrong and I had to do what I’ve been fearing: I had to explain that I have movement disorder that no one can name or explain and spin it so that it didn’t sound like I had a deadly disease. To make matters worse, my voice was weak and shaky as I explained all of this and it was like this all day. Which made me seem even more pathetic. I basically shut my office door and stayed away from others all day. Wishing so badly that I had been “left” alone.
But then I want to San Franisco and had a grand ole time. When I came back, I felt hopeful about things and let the memory of the “discovery” not bother me anymore. And I thought I had been doing a good job too. I thought I was “normal” again.
But then my boss came into my office on Friday and asked if everything was alright, in a way that suggested that he knew something was going on. Because he caught me off-guard, I blurted out “no” and then non-emotionally spilled all my beans. I’ve got tics, problems walking, limb rigidity, horrible restlessness, and nonsensical repetitive thoughts and they’ve gotten progressively worse over the past 12 or so years. I even told him about my unexplained weight loss. When he asked me about going to doctor, I told him about my journey with various specialists and dead-end paths (I did not tell him about seeing a shrink every week, but I’m betting he can figure that one out on his own now).
But get this: I thought he had sensed my restlessnes in a meeting earlier that day and that was why he was coming to talk to me. No. Rather, it was the “melancholia” he sensed. That kind of blew me away. Melancholia? I’ve been “up” all week. Smiling and laughing as usual. And then it dawned on me. The blunt affect. I might feel like I’m fine inside, but it doesn’t show on the outside. All people see is a face that’s hard as sheet-rock, until I open my mouth. Which explains why, when I showed everyone a picture of me standing next to a giant redwood that I took when I was in CA, they kept asking why I wasn’t smiling even though I clearly remember being very happy when the shot was taken. Dammit. As hard as I try, my slip always seems to be showing.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, your advisor probably senses something’s going on with you and if you go to him, he will probably not be as surprised as you think he is. If he’s being working with students for awhile, he’s accostomed to students having mental illness issues. Believe me. Years ago, my graduate advisor and I were talking about my “next step” career-wise and when I told her I didn’t think I’d make a good post-doc, she gingerly suggested that I needed therapy. Four years later, I realized she was right. If your boss doesn’t handle your disclosure well, then that is really his problem, not yours. There are other people you can go to get career advice from. Are there people on your committee that you trust?
My boss handled my “confession” well. I trust that he will not blab about my problems or treat me any differently than he did before. And despite the slight embarrassment I felt afterwards, I’m kind of glad I told him. If my behavior continues to get more bizarre, I want him to be prepared for it. And if I tell him I need to take a few days off, I can now expect him to not ask too many questions about it. So there is some benefit from being upfront with the person supervising you. But I totally understand your worry about full disclosure.