Then, when the working life came to its natural end they became retired plumbers or nurses or accountants. Though I’ve never heard anyone call themselves are tired housewife!
For some, getting on in life meant that they would be looking to do a ‘better’ job. That often meant more money, maybe more respect and perhaps some measure of prestige as they moved up the imaginary scale of some jobs being better than others. And once the ‘career move’ had been accomplished,that would bring about a gradual transformation into a new identity more suited to the new position – bigger house, faster car, membership at the club. You know the drill…
For many, identifying who they are with their profession still rings true. Yet… more and more I’m noticing that people have started to reference who they are by something else – by what particular ‘dis-ease’ they are burdened with.
No longer do you get the I’m a plumber. Instead it’s… Well…I’m a diabetic, I’m gluten intolerant, I’m an arthritic, I suffer from IBS and so on.