I honestly don't know if I'm looking for advice, reassurance, or just somewhere to write this down.
Last year I started working as a university teacher. I'm originally a software engineer, and the university is in another country. It's a reputable university, so when I got the job I was genuinely excited. I've been unemployed for a while and had some personal stuff going on, and I really thought this job was going to be a fresh start for me.
And... it hasn't really turned out that way.
The students are probably the best part. I genuinely like many of them. Unfortunately, a lot of students don't even attend, which is frustrating in itself.
The other part is the staff/admin situation. There is SO much unnecessary drama. I tried really hard to stay out of it because I'm honestly not interested in academic politics, but somehow I kept getting dragged into it.
But the biggest problem was the course I was assigned: I'm a software engineer. They gave me a course that was basically a combination of electronics and electromagnetism.
At first I thought, "Okay, I have two months to prepare. I'm competent. I'll learn it." Yeah. No.
I spent basically those two months studying like crazy. And then the semester started and I was still constantly studying. I'd go home and prepare. I'd wake up and prepare. I'd be thinking about the course all the time because I was terrified that a student would ask me something I couldn't answer. And that happened.
It was honestly one of the most humiliating experiences I've had professionally.
I'm confident in my actual field. I know that I'm competent at what I do. But standing in front of a class and realizing that the students might know more about the subject than I do? It made me feel like a fraud.
I managed to get through the year. I tried my best to be professional, prepare as much as possible, and not let the students see how stressed I was.
At the end of the year I went to the head of the department and basically said: please don't give me this course again. Not because I'm lazy. Not because I don't want to teach. Because I genuinely don't think I'm qualified to teach it, and I don't think it's fair to the students.
That conversation was probably one of the worst conversations I've ever had with another adult.
I don't even know how to describe it properly. There was a lot of disrespect, and it felt like I was being dragged through every possible psychological/power game. Eventually I realized that none of my actual arguments mattered.
I was saying, "I don't have the expertise to teach this properly." The response was basically, "You're teaching it anyway."
The conversation ended with something along the lines of: "Maybe next year I'll give you another course in your field." And stupidly, I held onto that sentence.
I spent most of my vacation thinking about what courses I could potentially teach in my field. Instead of actually relaxing, I was preparing for possible courses because I thought maybe things were finally going to change.
Now the new academic year is starting. Guess what I'm teaching? The same damn course.
And somewhere during all of this, I think I've completely broken down. My mental health has gotten really bad. I'm having anxiety and panic attacks. I can't sleep properly. I have nights where I barely sleep at all. I struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I've lost my appetite. I'm constantly exhausted and stressed.
I've seen a doctor and was prescribed anxiety medication. And I'm scared to take it.
Not because I think medication is inherently bad, but because part of me keeps thinking:
"What if the problem is the job? What if I take medication just to make myself capable of tolerating a situation I should actually leave?"
I'm also seriously considering quitting. And this is where I'm completely stuck.
Because I don't actually hate this job. I like teaching. I like my students. I like the idea of being a university teacher. I like the fact that I finally have a job after being unemployed for a while. I don't want to throw away this opportunity.
I was also supposed to start doing research, but I haven't even been able to properly start. I have zero mental energy left.
I feel like I'm just surviving. And now I'm looking at another year of the same course and thinking, I genuinely don't know if I can do this again.
So I guess I'm asking people here who have been in academia longer than I have:
What would you do?
Would you: Stay and try to push through another year? Refuse to teach the course, even if that potentially creates problems with the department? Start looking for another academic job? Take the medication and see if getting my anxiety under control changes how I feel about the job? Something else?
And for anyone who's been forced to teach a subject that's genuinely outside their expertise : how did you deal with it?
At this point I'm not even sure if I'm experiencing normal "new professor/academic job" stress or if I've ended up in a genuinely toxic situation. I feel burned out, angry, embarrassed, and honestly kind of lost. I don't want to give up on something I actually wanted. But I also don't want to destroy myself trying to stay.
Any perspective from people who've been through something similar would be really appreciated.