When my ex husband was around during my trips, he would freak me the fuck out. My body was in terror, I understood more than in that moment. The same lack of respect that I brushed off when not tripping sent me into a spiral.
It was a warning sign I didn’t take.
In the US, it’s really that you are taking a pay cut during the year to get paid during the summer.
I’ve never had a real “summer break.” Always either second job, professional development, or school.