I had it rather foisted upon me at 47. I wanted to stay in the police, and would very likely have stayed well past my 30.
However, I was not fully operational due to permanent injury that I'd acquired as a result of being assaulted while on duty. I'd moved into core CID, and while it wasn't really my thing my disability wasn't an impediment there and I was still doing useful work at rhe same level as my peers.
Then enter Tom Winsor, the new Inspectorate of Constabulary head. In between dressing up in police uniforms himself - despite never actually having been a copper - he pushed for legislation that gave Chief Freemasons the authority to cut the salaries of officers who weren't fully operational by 10%. So, my potential reward for getting a good kicking and sufferening broken bones and permanent nerve damage while protecting the public was to be a loss of 10% of my income. In the eyes of Tom Winsor every bobby who is not fully fit is a malingerer and should be punished.
Thanks Tom.
Fortunately, our CC of the tine refused to use the legislation in force, but i always ran the risk if the next Chief Freemason not being so enlightened, or of legislation changing again and the cur becoming compulsory.
So I applied for a medical retirement, went through the medical tests and failed them all. I ended up with an injury pension and a significant injury award, so it ended up costing the force much, much more than the notional 10% they would have saved it a future CC had ever enacted the regulation in force. The injury award is almost as much ad the pension itself and is tax free, so I actually receive more from that than I do the pension (I'm band 3 if any ex coppers are reading). Tom Winsor's efforts to save a few quid is now costing a fortune. Well done Tom.
So I didn't want to go but felt it was the least worst option to jump now rather than stay and risk being financially penalised simply for doing my job.
I've had a half hearted go at applying for a few jobs. Im educated to postgrad level, but with my injury I couldn't sit at a desk in an office all day, and couldn't do a manual job either. Driving jobs are out as I can't drive for long periods, so that doesn't leave a lot else. I had to have more surgery in 2019 and I've not bothered looking since.
I didn't want to be retired and still haven't completely made the mental adjustment. I try to keep busy and keep a fairly hectic routine of housework and domestic servitude (I do everything other than the cooking to support Mrs D, who is disabled) and with Mrs D's slowly declining health that won't ever change.
So I'm retired and a bit rudderless, but I try to make the best of it - certainly I regularly remind myself that in these horrible times I'm fortunate not have to worry about furlough or losing a job. A lot of people far worse off than I am, so while it wasn't how I had wanted things to work out I try hard not to complain. I did some interesting and even exciting stuff while I employed and it couldn't last for ever, so I try not to get too hung up about slipping into mediocrity so early. It's not at all easy, but that's the frame of mind I try to cultivate.