I don’t have a traditional path into tech. I came into tech because my organs ruptured when I had my fourth kid. I came into tech because I had PTSD. I came into tech because I have ADHD. I came into tech because after I had surgery to remove one organ and restructure another, I overdosed on morphine and then spent the next six days teaching from a hospital bed because I didn’t have any rights as an adjunct instructor. I came into tech because I just wanted it to stop. I wanted my brain to stop. When I coded, it stopped.
My journey into tech isn’t typical. And depending on how honest I am, my story is shocking. I didn’t mean to make a career change. I just wanted to have something, to feel like I could succeed at anything at all. I came into tech because the last six years of being an adjunct instructor I fought to have rights, to get a pay increase, to create a community. And I left with nothing. I came into tech because I found support, a community that I was seeking for years.
Four days after having my fourth kid, I went into my OBGYNs office. It haunts me. I told her about the horrific symptoms I was experiencing, and she told me “it’s not my problem.” I’ve told this story a thousand times, and it still hurts to say it. And it hurts because she said it to me, but it hurts because I’m not the only one who has felt abandoned in the room.
I’m not the only one who has felt like there was no hope. I’m not the only one who’s felt like no one could ever understand. I’m not the only one who has been left alone in the corner to watch every other person go on living their life while I died a little bit more inside everyday.
It’s everybody’s problem.
There is not a moment in time that I don’t carry that with me. I carry it with me because I very much do not ever want any other person to feel that way. I carry it with me, because it drives a force inside of me to do what I can to change the systems that make people feel like they are nothing, like they are not worthy, like no one should help them. When I left that room that day, I thought that I was not worth anyone’s time. I wasn’t a person; I was a problem.
I have always been a passionate person. I have always been intense. It has both been a characteristic that drives me and one that has isolated me from people. Sometimes I’m too much for people. I am more than they can handle. But I can’t help being fully myself. I can’t help that I can’t stop myself when I see new paths for change or growth or whatever that are driven by this intense desire to make sure that no one feels alone.
I started a blog to talk about my trauma and this is a crossover post. I learned to code because it stopped the trauma from repeating over and over in my head while I sat in front of the computer. I kept coding because I had community. I got excited about coding because I realized that code could’ve prevented what happened to me. But that’s women’s health, and not enough people care about women’s health.
If no one will do the thing that needs to be done, I will. But I also know that when we work in isolation, we will never be as effective as we can be with a community. Because with a community there is support. With a community there is meaning and purpose and growth.
A couple of years ago I was at JSConf Hawaii, and I told a woman that although my trauma was the worst thing that ever happened to me, I wouldn’t take it back. I’m a better person. Without that trauma, I don’t know the importance of community. WIthout that trauma, I don’t get into tech. Without trauma Virtual Coffee is never started. Without trauma I don’t understand the importance of vulnerability, of meeting people where they are at, of letting people know me; I guard and protect myself. I don’t become the developer that I can be. I don’t find a way to push through those times when people tell me that I can’t do both; that I can’t create community and be a developer.
This post is very much about how I became a developer, but it’s very much more about how I became me. And that’s the important part. Because I am a person first. And being human, recognizing the diverse experiences and challenges and talents and perspectives of the people around us matters.
Top comments (4)
You have sparked a fire under my butt to contribute/support the Dev.to website if I can.
I, like you, have been brought into tech for very similar reasons - trauma and community. Personal struggles have almost forced me to develop skills in tech (which I'm eager and happy to be a part of). I resonate so much with your personal, inner struggles of feeling 'less-than', and/or perhaps defeated. Personally, I actually BECOME defeated by most in-person communities that I try to involve myself with. Well, I like to learn and grow... not gossip and hate. And, I find a community of 'learners' and 'growers' that are far-more geared towards learning and growing online.
Thank you for sharing and connecting!
Epicurus has made me feel so much 'lighter' in tough times.
Best to you,
There are many ways to calm the mind ... feel free to ask me if you like to know details. Keeping the mind busy with something else is an interesting way, but there are sure much better ways to achieve relief of suffering from trauma.
I was seeking for few tech communities. clicked on dev.to. Was about to leave site. Then your title "I Came into Tech via Trauma" caught my eyes.
Tech supposed to be dry. I remember a friend ever said something like this, some people will make you feel moist at heart. You made me read on dev.to. More serendipity.
Many communities are more like problem solving, hit and run. But this community sparkles like gems.
Thank you.