Okaym recently at uni we had to get in groups for a photoshop project. We were told to go with 3 people with similiar ideas...so of course everyone quickly got into fours of their friends while I fumbled around trying to remember who had the funny idea involving nick clegg. This meant I had no choice but to pair up with a disabled guy, and I mean completely disabled. Breathing machine, can't walk, doesn't move much, eats through straw, you get the idea. Now, I was fine with this aside from the fact his idea was vietnam based, which while it's a fascinating subject, it's nothing new.
The problems started when we started to discuss ideas. I felt I had no choice but to let him do his idea. For one thing, he had his three assistants around him, which, intended or not, made me feel outnumbered and pressured, and for another, no-one really knows me well in this class yet. If they did know me well enough, they'd know I'd never hate someone for a disability. I've been on the recieving end of that (aspergers), and I despise people who do it. But they don't know that yet, so I thought I'd go with it rather than risk becoming known as an asshole just because I wanted to do something a little more fresh than vietnam.
Three weeks on, and I hate him. Truly, completely, I hate him.
He calls for research meets about three times a week. This got so bad last week I had to put everything else off until a single day in which I had to rush to get everything done, otherwise he was just gonna buy up all my time, yet again. I don't want to make this about his actual disability, but TBH, the amount he can actually contribute is sometimes limited. considering I'm crap with photoshop, this is bad. And above all, I have honestly never met anyone so, damn, dull. I have met potted plants with more personality, rochelle from L4D2 left more of an impression, I don't know why he's in that wheelchair, but I'm pretty sure that aside from dementia, there is no disease or injury on the planet that can completely and totally remove your personality.
The worst thing is, I have to be dull too. Playing mister tolerant means I have to hold back on my rather dark sense of humour, I can't disagree with him, because I don't want people to get a bad impression of me. Now I don't know where to turn or who to tell, but I'm terrified that no-one else will work with him, and I'm going to get stuck with this dull, quite frankly under creative guy every single group project we get.
I don't know how much more I can take. I can't hold my tongue much longer. It was hard enough when I cared about his feelings, but to be honest, I hate him so much now, I don't give a shit any more. I'm either gonna snap next time he calls for more research, or I'm simply gonna die inside from this guilt that I feel for such intense hatred for someone disabled, and yet I don't really see a logical reason why I should be guilty. He could be an olympic athlete, and I'd still completely and utterly hate him.
I'm at the end of my tether. I don't know what kind of advice can be given, but please, help.
The problems started when we started to discuss ideas. I felt I had no choice but to let him do his idea. For one thing, he had his three assistants around him, which, intended or not, made me feel outnumbered and pressured, and for another, no-one really knows me well in this class yet. If they did know me well enough, they'd know I'd never hate someone for a disability. I've been on the recieving end of that (aspergers), and I despise people who do it. But they don't know that yet, so I thought I'd go with it rather than risk becoming known as an asshole just because I wanted to do something a little more fresh than vietnam.
Three weeks on, and I hate him. Truly, completely, I hate him.
He calls for research meets about three times a week. This got so bad last week I had to put everything else off until a single day in which I had to rush to get everything done, otherwise he was just gonna buy up all my time, yet again. I don't want to make this about his actual disability, but TBH, the amount he can actually contribute is sometimes limited. considering I'm crap with photoshop, this is bad. And above all, I have honestly never met anyone so, damn, dull. I have met potted plants with more personality, rochelle from L4D2 left more of an impression, I don't know why he's in that wheelchair, but I'm pretty sure that aside from dementia, there is no disease or injury on the planet that can completely and totally remove your personality.
The worst thing is, I have to be dull too. Playing mister tolerant means I have to hold back on my rather dark sense of humour, I can't disagree with him, because I don't want people to get a bad impression of me. Now I don't know where to turn or who to tell, but I'm terrified that no-one else will work with him, and I'm going to get stuck with this dull, quite frankly under creative guy every single group project we get.
I don't know how much more I can take. I can't hold my tongue much longer. It was hard enough when I cared about his feelings, but to be honest, I hate him so much now, I don't give a shit any more. I'm either gonna snap next time he calls for more research, or I'm simply gonna die inside from this guilt that I feel for such intense hatred for someone disabled, and yet I don't really see a logical reason why I should be guilty. He could be an olympic athlete, and I'd still completely and utterly hate him.
I'm at the end of my tether. I don't know what kind of advice can be given, but please, help.