Also known as the ‘Mid Twenties Blues’
‘The quarter life crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the late teens to the early thirties.’
You might be wondering why I opted to write this now. I am exactly four and a half months away from turning 27 but strangely enough I am still stuck in the limbo of the ‘Quarter Life Crisis’. To quote the overly modified tones of Britney Spears; ‘I am not a girl, not yet a woman’.
Recently there was a new report into research by British psychologists showed that educated twenty and thirty-somethings are most likely to be hit by pre-midlife blues. Bearing all the very obvious hallmarks of the midlife crisis, this unfortunate yet common state in life is characterised by insecurities, disappointments, loneliness and depression. Dr Oliver Robinson, from the University of Greenwich was quoted saying;
“Quarter life crises don’t happen literally a quarter of the way through your life They occur a quarter of your way through adulthood, in the period between 25 and 35, although they cluster around 30.”
The surveys found 86% of the 1,100 young adults questioned admitted feeling under pressure to succeed in relationships, finances, jobs and general life milestones before hitting 30. Two in five worried about money and 32% felt under pressure to marry and have children by the age of 30. Six percent were planning to emigrate and 21% wanted a complete career change. Reading this study gave me a massive sense of relief and a strange sense of belonging. It’s a shitty club- if you’re living in my world, and are 25-35 then you’re likely to be as fucked as me.
Grasping onto the remainder of my youth
In my former years I took a rather relaxed approach to my future. I was good-looking and found it easy to find work. I was content with doing several media jobs at a time and enjoyed the rush of looking for new projects. Around six months after turning 25 my mind began to fester. I started to worry about what I’d do for a living once my looks had dried up, or worse still if I failed in that aspect of my life and then couldn’t find someone rich to save me. I tortured myself by obsessing over all the men that weren’t right for me and despite already wasting unnecessary amounts of time on them in the first place I spent hours wondering why none of them had worked out. In terms of prospect, I felt trapped by my lack of education and most importantly I felt the over whelming urge to get married and have children. This urge only increased with the growing amounts ‘yummy mummies’ cropping up in my social circles. What I struggle to contend with is that no matter how grown up I may appear, I still feel like I’m 19. I’ve heard my father say something similar repeatedly over the years. Is it possible that we spend our old age grieving our youth? Or can we dodge this inevitable crisis and enjoy who we are regardless? Damian Barr, author of the book Get it Together: A Guide to Surviving Your Quarterlife Crisis, said growing numbers of 25-30 year-olds are experiencing pressures previously felt by those in their mid-forties.
“Plenty of people are going to say the quarterlife crisis doesn’t exist. The truth is that our 20s are not, as they were for our parents, 10 years of tie-dye fun and quality ‘me’ time. Being twentysomething now is scary – fighting millions of other graduates for your first job, struggling to raise a mortgage deposit and finding time to juggle all your relationships. We have the misfortune to be catapulted into a perilous property market. We’re earning more and spending more than ever. We’re getting into debt to finance our degrees, careers and accommodation. If, as we’re constantly told, the world is our oyster, it’s definitely a dodgy one. Unlike the midlife crisis, the quarterlife crisis is not widely recognised. There are no ‘experts’ to help us. We have no support apart from each other.The Depression Alliance estimates that a third of twenty-somethings feel suffer with depression”
I like what Barr says about the shift of the crisis’ in terms of ours and our parents generations. My parents met in their late teens, minus any education. My mother had me and relied on the dole whilst my father studied for his Art A-Levels. I was born in the midst of the last recession and yet things seemed so much more simplistic for the working man. I’ll wholeheartedly prepare myself for the back lash from those who sought work in the mid 1980′s. I’m not saying it was easy and I wasn’t there to witness it firsthand however; there does seem to be an increase in competition when it comes to earning a decent living and certainly in terms stress levels of those competing in it.
But where does that leave a girl like me?
I’d class myself as an intelligent woman but in terms of academia I was too busy stripping in gentlemen’s clubs, doing lewd shoots and temping at various advertising agencies. This led to a rather public melt down and the epiphany that I needed to get my shit together and become something more than a pretty face. The avenue I decided to go down was that of Psycho-sexual Therapy. Anyone out there reading this who is training in the field will know it’s a very long process and you never truly stop learning. That particular situation is all fine and dandy, I am studying to be something better thus I have a wholesome purpose in life. Surely a final fix to this ‘Quarter Life’ predicament?
No. Because I’m still feeling guilty about not having the grandchildren that my mother has been discreetly hinting about for the last five years. I’m also wondering, what with all this studying where I’d even fit the cultivation of a child into my diary? One can only presume that if it does happen, it will happen by mistake and in time for that old clock that was mentioned earlier on in this article. I hasten to add that at this particular moment in time, it would also have to be an immaculate conception. You never know, maybe Jesus really does love me.
It’s been noted that there are four phases of the quarter life crisis
Without disclosing too much, I’d say I am on phase 3. I have reached a stage of independence and while I can’t yet define who I am, I know who I want to be.
Phase 1: Defined by feeling “locked in” to a job or relationship, or both. “It’s an illusory sense of being trapped,” said Robinson. “You can leave but you feel you can’t.”
Phase 2: Typified by a growing sense that change is possible. “This mental and physical separation from previous commitments leads to all sorts of emotional upheavals. It allows exploration of new possibilities with a closer link to interests, preferences and sense of self.
Phase 3: A period of rebuilding a new life.
Phase 4: The cementing of fresh commitments that reflect the young person’s new interests, aspirations and values.
I hope that reading this has enforced the fact that if you are going through this very common predicament that there is light at the end of the tunnel. This stage in life does not have to be a crisis. These are just the final stages of growing up- and it’s up to you what you make of it. It’s not forever and neither is the rest of your life. Try not to compare yourself to others and be the best you can.
Tags: 1980's, Anxiety, Art A-Level, Biological Clock, Britney Spears, Burlesque, Child Birth, Family, Fertility, Fetish, Friends, Immaculate conception, Jesus, Mid Twenties Blues, Modelling, My Mother, Not a girl, not yet a woman, Old age, Parents, Pressure to find work, Quarter Life Crisis, The Dole, The Guardian, The recession, Turning 27, Wiki, Youth, Yummy mummies