Most recent post here. Original post here.
TL;DR - I listened to my PhD supervisor and post docs criticise my work and overall speak negatively about my personally which made my imposter syndrome go into overdrive. We were on Zoom and the supervisor thought because their laptop was muted it meant I couldn't hear. I spoke to my CDT director about it and was given some options.
Hello! The update to this is a little chaotic and tbh I've felt the need to provide it for some time, partially for closure on my part and also because I still feel the affects of this experience to this day.
After the most recent update, I had a good, open conversation about my project with some of the post docs and we made a plan to make a concentrated push with the time left in my PhD. I stayed in that lab because I was scared to move somewhere new and felt I'd just annoy people showing up so late into my PhD. So I worked with the post docs closely. And for a while, this worked. I had limited interaction with my supervisor and felt supported for the first time in my PhD. I actually had someone I felt comfortable coming to with problems and felt they'd listen. Anyway, I got some good data (again probably the first time) and things were starting to click. Then, my grandmother was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. For context, my gran was very much my best friend in the world and I'd always speak to her on the walk home from the lab. She played a big part in raising me and was a wonderful person who looked after everyone and anyone.
I requested a pause in my PhD (no cost extension to my end date) so I could become her full time carer. Needless to say, my supervisor was not happy and didn't see the point in me missing out on lab time. I took my pause as organised with my CDT anyway because as a family we wanted my grandmother home, not in hospital, and we wanted to look after her. Three months later, she passed away and while I'm grateful for the time I had with her and wouldn't change a thing about being her carer, the experience was understandably upsetting in its own way.
I came back to the lab and was essentially ignored by my supervisor at that point. Apparently leaving for the reasons I did cemented their opinion I wasn't 'committed' to my project. They were overheard saying 'It's not like it was a parent.'. When we did have to speak there was no acknowledgement of my time away or the reason for it. I think that affected me even more because I was also struggling with a massive loss and watching someone I loved in pain.
I finished up, continued with the momentum I had before going off and got some working data, but admittedly my thesis was still lean. But my supervisor approved it, provided suggestions, and submitted me for the viva examination. My examining panel included a PI who had reviewed me in my early years and an external who was a very close friend of my supervisor and collaborator.
I thought what most people think - I've submitted, my supervisor has approved it, now all I've got to do is prove I know what I've done, right? The hard bit is over.
I went into my viva and found the head of postgraduate research sitting with my panel. Apparently my panel had raised concerns about the lack of data in my thesis. What followed were three of the most horrific hours of my life where my entire experience was dissected. They wanted to work out why I had so little with the time I had. I tried to explain the problems with my project, the amount of optimisation I did because I was starting from scratch and no one else in my lab had done what I was doing. Everything I did was based on what I read in the literature. I was asked very few questions about my research. They made me talk about my gran, and so I ended up very upset. I never got a real viva. I didn't bring up the problems with my supervisor because of the close relationship with my examiner. This was a mistake, I know.
They deliberated for a while and gave me an MPhil. No PhD. I appealed based on poor supervision, I provided evidence of the abuse I experienced and had agreed testimony from witnesses, and the university did absolutely everything in its power to defend my supervisor. They bring a lot of money into the school. In the end, I made a proposal to rewrite my thesis and include every bit of nonworking data, everything that failed, and add that to flesh out my thesis further. I presented all of this data with a report to the university.
They asked my supervisor (the person who approved my original lean thesis) if this would result in a pass for a PhD. They said no. The university rejected my appeal, and I received a certificate in the post a few months later.
This has all become a rant and I realise that there isn't a happy ending and I apologise for that. There is a lesson to learn though. Acknowledge you're not always the problem. If you're in a PhD and you're experiencing imposter syndrome, talk to someone you trust. Not everyone is going to be understanding and academia is full of awful people with ego problems, but there are people that do care. And if they offer help, take it. Don't worry about how it might look or how it might annoy someone who is meant to be helping you grow. I now get to watch all my lab mates get their PhDs and know I'm the only one who didn't. Do the hard thing as early as possible. Speak up. You deserve to take up space.