So you’re Limited Duty. (Part I)

If you’re landing on this page, there’s a good chance you’ve been Googling what it means to be Limited Duty (LIMDU) in the Navy.

Not the definition.
You want to know what it MEANS. For you. For you career. For your family.

The beginning of your LIMDU period might start out rough. For me personally, I was feeling a lot of guilt and shame for leaving my ship literally just days away from a deployment.

So your ship is leaving you like a lost orphan. Where is your new home?
If you’re fortunate enough to be in Norfolk, you go to TPU. It’s large enough to house (figuratively speaking) all of you transient orphans. The pregnant, the broken, the misfits, and miscellaneous personnel waiting to meet their ship on deployment.

I’ve been to TPU Norfok twice. Once while I was waiting to fly out to my ship and once more when I was pregnant with my daughter, awaiting orders.

If you’re in San Diego or Hawaii, apparently, they dump you off on whatever command will take you. This is where you work while you wait for your LIMDU orders to come through.

Remember, from here on out, that your health is the most important thing. You’ll hear it time and time again: “Your job is to get better.”

In an effort not depreciate the image of the Navy, I’m not going to go in-depth into how relaxed it will be. The bottom line is this: You’re on shore. You’re not on a ship. Not deploying or underway. Not preparing for inspection.

The only requirements for you will be the mandatory trainings and all-hands calls that no one can escape. (and if you manage to fuck that up, they WILL bring down the hammer)

This is how it will be while you’re waiting for orders as well as while you’re at your LIMDU command.

For possibly the first time in your career, you get to focus on you. Take advantage of it.

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