I have fifteen years of experience. I've shipped compilers, distributed systems, a database that didn't catch fire in production. Then, about eighteen months ago, I started noticing something: I couldn't debug things the way I used to.
Not because I forgot how. Because I'd reach for a problem and AI had already solved it before I got there. The answer was just… sitting there. I'd accept it, ship it, and move on. But I couldn't tell you why it worked. Not really.
The moment that broke me was in a code review. A junior asked me why a particular optimization was correct. I had no idea. I had approved it because it looked right and the tests passed. I'd become a pattern-matching stamp.
What saved me: I started doing one hour every Friday with zero AI assistance. Just me, a problem, and whatever I could figure out. First weeks were uncomfortable. Now it's the best part of my week.
Loss of craft identity — the thing that used to make me me as an engineer was eroding without me noticing. Sunday evenings became dread-filled because I knew Monday would be another week of shipping other people's solutions.
Protected no-AI hours on Fridays. Keeping a weekly "what I actually figured out" list. Eventually changed teams to one with healthier AI norms. Two-week break from all AI tools over the holidays — came back with much more clarity.