I wan't sure where to post this, so I decided "General Discussions" was as good of a place as any. Since I was forced into retirement not so long ago, I have wondered if anyone misses their job? Not the people around you, or the daily routine, but the actual working part of the job that you held.
I was an airline pilot for almost 34 years before being forced into retirement by the FAA's 65 mandatory retirement law. Since then, I have been unable to sleep, I have lost 12 pounds and at 6'4" and weighing around 200 lbs., I certainly did not need to lose weight. I have also lost interest in most things, except maybe my family. Last Thursday, I started going to see a shrink at my former company's advice. It was our first ever visit together and he mostly did a work-up on a profile of me, or at least that is what he called it. We did discuss some of what's going on with my life and he did give me some suggestions of things to begin working on, but so far, the things that he gave me to work on hasn't helped one iota. I know it's only been 4 days, so I will continue to do what he has suggested, but at this point, I am not convinced that it's going to help. I still go out to the airport to watch the planes takeoff and land. I will sometimes even park my car across from the terminal and go inside the terminal just to watch people and check everything out that's going on. I know, it sounds insane.
On Saturday, I decided to put my uniform on and take a selfie showing how much weight I have lost, but I could't get the pants to stay up, so I then decided to pack all of my uniforms, caps and such into a large box and stick them into the attic above our bedroom. Then, I told my dry cleaner about how I packed these items and she told me to get them out of the attic and box, or they will be destroyed by insect infiltration. She advised me that if I wanted to keep them that I should give them to her, so that they could pack them specifically for long term storage.
I guess that I am also going to join a support group in my area consisting of people that also are dealing with separation issues related to losing their job. For me, this has really been a terrible, traumatic experience to this point. I never dreamed that I would be so miserable not doing the job that I did for those 34 years. I had always told people that flying was my passion, but I always thought those words to be just a figure of speech. Little did I know how true my words would turn out to be. I miss everything that was connected to my job, but especially flying the plane and greeting my passengers.
Just a few months ago, I was on one of my daily walks/runs and I stopped to speak with a former school teacher that lives just up the street from me and after I asked her how she was doing, (just being polite), she started telling me about how miserable she was not being able to go to work. And, now, how ironic it is that I find myself in the same boat. Who would have thought?
I am hopeful that in the coming weeks or months this depression will subside considerably. I keep hearing those words, "Turn right to heading one-eight-zero and then you are clear to land."
I was an airline pilot for almost 34 years before being forced into retirement by the FAA's 65 mandatory retirement law. Since then, I have been unable to sleep, I have lost 12 pounds and at 6'4" and weighing around 200 lbs., I certainly did not need to lose weight. I have also lost interest in most things, except maybe my family. Last Thursday, I started going to see a shrink at my former company's advice. It was our first ever visit together and he mostly did a work-up on a profile of me, or at least that is what he called it. We did discuss some of what's going on with my life and he did give me some suggestions of things to begin working on, but so far, the things that he gave me to work on hasn't helped one iota. I know it's only been 4 days, so I will continue to do what he has suggested, but at this point, I am not convinced that it's going to help. I still go out to the airport to watch the planes takeoff and land. I will sometimes even park my car across from the terminal and go inside the terminal just to watch people and check everything out that's going on. I know, it sounds insane.
On Saturday, I decided to put my uniform on and take a selfie showing how much weight I have lost, but I could't get the pants to stay up, so I then decided to pack all of my uniforms, caps and such into a large box and stick them into the attic above our bedroom. Then, I told my dry cleaner about how I packed these items and she told me to get them out of the attic and box, or they will be destroyed by insect infiltration. She advised me that if I wanted to keep them that I should give them to her, so that they could pack them specifically for long term storage.
I guess that I am also going to join a support group in my area consisting of people that also are dealing with separation issues related to losing their job. For me, this has really been a terrible, traumatic experience to this point. I never dreamed that I would be so miserable not doing the job that I did for those 34 years. I had always told people that flying was my passion, but I always thought those words to be just a figure of speech. Little did I know how true my words would turn out to be. I miss everything that was connected to my job, but especially flying the plane and greeting my passengers.
Just a few months ago, I was on one of my daily walks/runs and I stopped to speak with a former school teacher that lives just up the street from me and after I asked her how she was doing, (just being polite), she started telling me about how miserable she was not being able to go to work. And, now, how ironic it is that I find myself in the same boat. Who would have thought?
I am hopeful that in the coming weeks or months this depression will subside considerably. I keep hearing those words, "Turn right to heading one-eight-zero and then you are clear to land."