I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of transitions. We had a discussion this morning in class about aging and the process of growing older. All sorts of issues came up- independence, decision-making, advanced directives, freedom, patient empowerment, caregiver burden, dangers of living alone, dangers of living in a nursing home, etc. But it got me thinking about transitions that people generally go through and how unusual/unnatural at times the process of transitioning actually seems.
So unnatural that we actually have names for them: growing pains, quarter-life crisis, and more. In thinking about the population that I’d one day like to serve, I’m really fascinated by those transitioning, be it to become a new mother, within adolescence or even into old age. Perhaps it’s because I see transitions as a period of vulnerability and weakness (although others would argue that it’s instead a time of growth and solidification). Perhaps because I feel like personally, the times that I’ve felt I’ve needed the most support (physically, emotionally, and other wise) is when I’ve transitioned through a new phase, be it into the real world as a young adult or back into school as a new student. But the aspect I find most unusual about transitioning is that while we label these moments with blanket terms and perhaps “symptoms” if you want to call it that, everyone experiences and ultimately lives through a transition differently. And that variation in how we all take in, disrupt, and then live to tell another story is why I think transitions are most fascinating.