| 𤿠Growing Old in Diving – in style 𤿠I like to think of myself as a bit of a diving evangelist ā Iāll happily help new divers, rusty divers, and those who havenāt worn a wetsuit since Moses parted the Red Sea. Doesnāt matter which training agencyās flag they salute under; once a diver, always a diver. There are countless reasons people drift away from diving, but letās be honest ā itās usually about family or finances. Young families swallow time and money faster than a leaky inflator hose. Many dive-parents (myself included) are just counting the days until junior is old enough to get certified and join us underwater. That way, we can dive together ā and I can finally stop feeling guilty about sneaking off to the quarry without them. But hereās the real question: when should we hang up our fins? At what point does diving just stop making sense, no matter how much we love it? Itās not easy to admit weāre getting older ā slower to kit up, heavier to haul, and more fragile than weād like to admit. The calendar doesnāt lie, and neither do our joints. After a long day of dives and training, I often laugh and say, āThis is a young diverās game.ā Itās supposed to sound like a joke, but thereās usually a bit of genuine creaking behind the laughter. So, Iāve learned to pace myself ā something that wouldāve horrified my younger self. Nitrox has become my best buddy. Itās the magical blend that keeps me from feeling like Iāve been tumble-dried inside my drysuit. But really, itās just me compensating for the slow inevitability of ageing fins. Recently, I had the honour (and challenge) of helping a once top-tier diver get back into the water after more than 15 years on dry land. The pool was our safe zone ā a place to rediscover buoyancy and humility. Gear has evolved, techniques have shifted, but the biggest changes were physical and mental. It wasnāt about training a peer anymore; it was about keeping someone ā and their potential buddies ā safe. Working with returning divers has been an education. Those Iāve trained from scratch often have a healthy respect for risk and their own limits. But assisting a diver who used to be āthe best of the bestā can be nerve-wracking. They remember their skills through rose-tinted goggles ā I see the dive plan through a risk assessment lens. Suddenly, Iām the bad guy limiting depth, buddies, and conditions⦠and reviving long-simmering branch politics that predate my first open water dive. So, hereās what Iāve learned. Donāt be dazzled by a diverās war stories. Judge their current abilities, not their past certifications. Encourage refresher theory sessions ā especially now that Nitrox is a basic kit, not black magic. One returning diver even called it the āDevilās gas.ā I call it āinsurance for my creaky joints.ā And then thereās the big one: knowing when to stop. Will I recognise when I hit my own limit? Will I be smart enough to step back before I become the one asking for ājust one last diveā? I tell myself Iāll quit when I canāt carry my own cylinder⦠though, technically, we already help disabled divers with that. Maybe Iāll quit when my students start calling me āsirā unironically, or when it all just feels like too much heavy lifting ā figuratively and literally. Recent incident reports hint that older divers may be facing higher risks. Maybe thatās our cue to bring back medicals for the over-60s. Perhaps that will be my marker too: if I canāt pass the professional diving medical anymore, Iāll finally hang up my fins and watch my kids take the torch ā or rather, the dive light ā forward. Until then, Iāll keep making bubbles while I can, sharing the joy (and the occasional backache) of the sport thatās shaped my life. – Au – |
Growing Old in Diving
- 11/11/2025
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