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sadboy350 wrote:I can't be a commercial pilot.
dr1980 wrote:Another thing I’ve realized, though I enjoy my work, working in the public transport industry day in and day out has pretty much destroyed my nerdish love of buses and trains. Part of my wonders if I had become a pilot would I still have the passion for aviation that I do now? No way to know for sure. I’ve thought about maybe trying to make the leap to either airport management or airline management, but part of me does worry that working in the industry could diminish my nerdy love for it.
sadboy350 wrote:I didn't even look at girls since all I thought about was planes
sadboy350 wrote:I was known as the crazy plane boy in my college and I didn't even look at girls since all I thought about was planes,
sadboy350 wrote:Thank you for your really really friendly and supportive comments. I am already fine with the fact I can't be a pilot, but I still just can't do anything aviation related. Not even consider an alternative career, even though I would want to. It screws me up since it meant so much to me! The only thing I was ever waiting for was my flight trips and now all the glamour is gone. I am scared it was just a phase and I loved it all just because I was so certain about becoming a pilot. I wish I never wanted to become a pilot so I could have kept it just as a hobby and continue it. Now I can't no neither of them.
sadboy350 wrote:I hate to even write this and writing this makes me burst into tears. Due to an intense epilepsy I can't be a commercial pilot. The disease was found a 2 months ago. Since then, my life has lost its purpose. I was living and breathing aviation. I had been searching for my passion all my life and found it when I was 12 - aviation. I know it was it, I had never been so passionate about anything. Now I am 19 and all of it is gone. I devoted all my life for my dream of becoming a commercial pilot. I became a nerd in maths and physics, took up sports, I was all set to become a pilot. I was known as the crazy plane boy in my college and I didn't even look at girls since all I thought about was planes, aviation and my dream! It was the sole purpose of my life! And then suddenly - I started getting those really bad seizures. Then diagnosed with epilepsy.
The worst part is now that I have lost ALL my love in aviation. I have tried some spotting, went on a trip, but it's not the same. It just isn't. Planes are just a reminder of a dream never to become true. Now when I see a plane, I feel anger. At the moment I can't even consider a career elsewhere in aviation even though my parents keep me telling to do so. The whole damn passion has just betrayed me. I have tried to read articles about aviation, watch photos of planes, just force myself to like it. But I can't. The fact that all of it is gone now tears me apart every second. There's nothing that I have loved more in the world than aviation, but I just can't take it anymore! In addition, my identity is gone now, too. I am just a depressed, frustrated boy who's interested in NOTHING. What can I do anymore? Aviation was the only thing in my life I didn't have to force myself to like. (unless now.) Other things - football, video games, cars - were just something I liked because everyone else did too.
I have never been this lost in my life.
trpmb6 wrote:A thought occurred to me. It would be incredible noble of you to pursue a path that resulted in you finding a way for those with epilepsy to eventually fly. May not necessarily be a catch all cure. Could be a device of some sort. Etc.
Re-focus your passion into solving the problem and maybe you could even fly yourself one day.
stratclub wrote:trpmb6 wrote:A thought occurred to me. It would be incredible noble of you to pursue a path that resulted in you finding a way for those with epilepsy to eventually fly. May not necessarily be a catch all cure. Could be a device of some sort. Etc.
Re-focus your passion into solving the problem and maybe you could even fly yourself one day.
Please. That is just so condescending. I could not imagine the flying public putting their lives in the hands of someone not fit to command an aircraft. I would have been an exceptional pilot except my eyesight would not allow it. Above all else, the safety of the flying public is job one for us professionals and if I can't meet the requirements to command an aircraft I will not put anyone at risk by trying to.
This is not a Special Olympic exercise where everyone gets a prize, it is an an exercise in life on life's terms.
sadboy350 wrote:I hate to even write this and writing this makes me burst into tears. Due to an intense epilepsy I can't be a commercial pilot. The disease was found a 2 months ago. Since then, my life has lost its purpose. I was living and breathing aviation. I had been searching for my passion all my life and found it when I was 12 - aviation. I know it was it, I had never been so passionate about anything. Now I am 19 and all of it is gone. I devoted all my life for my dream of becoming a commercial pilot. I became a nerd in maths and physics, took up sports, I was all set to become a pilot. I was known as the crazy plane boy in my college and I didn't even look at girls since all I thought about was planes, aviation and my dream! It was the sole purpose of my life! And then suddenly - I started getting those really bad seizures. Then diagnosed with epilepsy.
The worst part is now that I have lost ALL my love in aviation. I have tried some spotting, went on a trip, but it's not the same. It just isn't. Planes are just a reminder of a dream never to become true. Now when I see a plane, I feel anger. At the moment I can't even consider a career elsewhere in aviation even though my parents keep me telling to do so. The whole damn passion has just betrayed me. I have tried to read articles about aviation, watch photos of planes, just force myself to like it. But I can't. The fact that all of it is gone now tears me apart every second. There's nothing that I have loved more in the world than aviation, but I just can't take it anymore! In addition, my identity is gone now, too. I am just a depressed, frustrated boy who's interested in NOTHING. What can I do anymore? Aviation was the only thing in my life I didn't have to force myself to like. (unless now.) Other things - football, video games, cars - were just something I liked because everyone else did too.
I have never been this lost in my life.
trpmb6 wrote:stratclub wrote:trpmb6 wrote:A thought occurred to me. It would be incredible noble of you to pursue a path that resulted in you finding a way for those with epilepsy to eventually fly. May not necessarily be a catch all cure. Could be a device of some sort. Etc.
Re-focus your passion into solving the problem and maybe you could even fly yourself one day.
Please. That is just so condescending. I could not imagine the flying public putting their lives in the hands of someone not fit to command an aircraft. I would have been an exceptional pilot except my eyesight would not allow it. Above all else, the safety of the flying public is job one for us professionals and if I can't meet the requirements to command an aircraft I will not put anyone at risk by trying to.
This is not a Special Olympic exercise where everyone gets a prize, it is an an exercise in life on life's terms.
It used to be that eyesight issues would preclude people from flying. For instance, the air force used to prevent people with eye surgeries from flying. They've since relieved those restrictions because different eye corrective surgeries have improved that much.
I don't know how anyone can interpret what I said to be condescending. Many advances in the medical field occur because of someone who found themselves unable to pursue their preferred field of expertise due to a medical issue.
B777LRF wrote:'Seeing a therapist', what, because life didn't turn out quite the way someone expected it to? Perhaps it's an American thing seeing a therapist whenever something's slightly amiss, but in my neck of the woods a 'therapist' is someone you see when you have serious psychological issues - not just because you can't get the job you dreamed of.
But, fear not, you've lucked out of entering a career which is in a perpetual downward spiral for its employees. Unless you get to fly a Twotter on floats in the Indian ocean, all the fun of the job went out the outflow valves a long time ago. These days it's highly stressful, FTL limits seen as goals rather than restrictions, little appreciation and declining terms and conditions which are the hallmarks of being an airline pilot. I know, I used to be one and had to give it up when I lost my medical. Didn't see a therapist over that, rather sulked for a week or two before I set new goals for myself.
If you want to fly for the fun of it, join a glider club - the medical requirements are much easier to satisfy. And the flying is actually fun, on your own terms and in your own time. Flying gliders is, and this may come as a surpise to many enthusiasts on this site, much more fun and rewarding than a 757. I know, I've flown both and still fly gliders. Of course you can't make a living off it, but that's the whole point: Make your money elsewhere and spend them flying gliders for fun.
N766UA wrote:Hey, now you get to be home every night, eat your own food, have normal relationships with people, sleep well, have a dog, have a shot at a marriage that doesn’t end in divorce, have a regular schedule that doesn’t constantly mess with your internal clock... you won’t have 5AM ready reserve, you won’t have to commute or try to take a shower in a crash pad... maybe now you can even secure a pension or decent health insurance.
You’re not missing out as badly as you think you are.
“I haven’t been this lost in all my life.” Dude, I’m not trying to be condescending, but you’re 19. You haven’t had a life yet. Go through your 5 steps, refocus, and go make one for yourself.