I’m feeling sad.
Sad like never before.
I spent decades
in and out of depression. A few times I’ve been suicidal. More often I would fantasize
about dying in a way that no one would feel guilty – that a sudden rock fall
would land on my car without warning, or that I’d be struck by lightning. I
cried when a biopsy came back clear of cancer. I was sure everyone would be
better off without me, but also knew that some wouldn’t see that truth and
would be devastated if I killed myself. I didn’t think I was worth the money to
waste someone’s time and effort to help me with counseling. Eventually, in my
fifties and sixties I got intermittent help, and the last few years I finally
felt life was worth living, and that it was okay to do things just because I
enjoy them.
But now I’m
feeling sad, like never before.
The world feels
unsafe. Not just because of covid19, but because of people. The denial of
science that is inconvenient, around climate change, covid19, around
vaccination, around 1080, around a whole raft of things that have proven not to
be 100% perfect. Around science itself, which many see as failed if scientists
update or refine their information and recommendations after doing more research
aka science.
It seems to me
that there are a lot of fears around, which contribute to the denial of
the majority of scientific opinion, and to the promulgation of conspiracy
theories ranging from the possible but unlikely (Jacinda Ardern is conspiring
with other world leaders to destroy capitalism) to the absurd (alien reptiles
have taken over the world’s leaders.) (Oh, and by the way, ladies, your
endometriosis was caused by demon sperm from when you screwed an incubus in
your dreams – facts from the same doctor who tells us that hydroxychloroquine
cures covid19.) Fear of an uncertain
future: it was always uncertain, we just didn’t recognize it. Fear of lack of
control: we have never had control over many things, we just pretend in order to
make us comfortable. Why do we hate, and often fear, cockroaches and bedbugs
and green veggie bugs? Because we can’t control them. Why are earthquakes and
tornados and tsunami so scary? Because we can’t control them. So when we can’t
control things, we either pretend they don’t exist – think of Aucklanders
living in a city of volcanoes, Christchurch people still living where their
existence was so threatened. So people deny science because it is less scary to
believe that ‘someone’ is in control, even if that ‘someone’ is out of our
control, that there is the possibility that some other someone will outwit the
‘someone’. Whether that ‘someone’ is Bill Gates, or Jacinda and friends, or Big
Pharma, or God in punishing mode, or the devil and his demon sperm, or the
Waikato District Council, or Miss Trunchbull, or the alien lizards - it’s still more comfortable to believe
than, ‘well, random shit happens’, and also more comfortable to believe than,
‘we just have to suck it up and get on with living with it as best we can’. I
know conspiracy theories sometimes true (eg the suppression of harm or
tobacco, sugar v fat harm to hearts), but seriously?
I am old (69 in
a couple of weeks) and have underlying conditions which means if I get covid19
I am likely to die (of which I am not afraid) a very painful, lonely death
(which I do admit to being afraid of). My focus in the meantime is on how I can
learn to live sensibly in this beautiful world, in ways that work right here
and now.
But now I’m feeling sad, like never before.
Because the real
problem of this covid19 disease is the huge ongoing health problems - some 'recovered'
people have health problems months on. Post-'recovery' people still have
cellular organ damage to lungs, brains, liver, kidneys, chronic fatigue,
recurring symptoms....and no one knows how long it will take for them to
recover, or even if people will ever recover What is this going to do to our
economy? What is this going to do to my beloved sons, grandchildren, and
friends?
I’m feeling sad,
like never before.
We need to adjust our
(humans everywhere but particularly in our 'civilized' first world) lifestyles
in the light of climate change and environmental degradation, if our existence
as a species is to continue. But many prefer to stay comfortable pretending it’s
another conspiracy. Personally, I think we need to take covid19 as a quarter
final in the lead up to the main event. I tend towards the idea (non-scientific
opinion at this point in time) that this and other weird stuff, is happening
because we humans have upset the balance of nature with our greedy exploitation
and expansion. My fear doesn’t drive me to denial: it drives me to sadness. Like
never before.
People are showing
more and more that they are not kind. Blatant racism. The bitter opposition to so
many things, and to so many other people, seems to be increasing exponentially.
And I find myself becoming more intolerant of others. When, during this current
re-emergence of covid19 in New Zealand, I am in the supermarket, signs about
social distancing everywhere, and as an announcement over the speakers reminding
people of the requirements is literally just ending, a man pushes right up
against me, arms and bodies touching, as I reach for a jar of gherkins because
he can’t wait an extra second for me to move on…. I suddenly become filled with over-whelming bitter rage. And this woman in a Facebook discussion:
I can't take my kids swimming because some
old people with co-morbidities died. couldn't watch his cross-country because
old people with co-morbidities died. Who's being selfish now? I If you're
scared stay at home. If you sick stay at home. Wash your hands like you would
anyway. Let the rest of us get on with our lives!!
I’m feeling sad, like never before.
Once again I feel unwanted, worthless - worse than worthless, a burden.
Mental illness kept me from living a full life for decades. Then
diabetes and a stroke have made my life even smaller. Now covid19 is reducing
it, with restrictions necessary to control it. For younger people there is
still hope for the future, but although my ‘isolation facility’ is a beautiful
place to live, there are places I’d like to go, things I’d like to do, before I
die.
But even if a vaccine is produced, no vaccine ever gives 100%
protection, and the older you get, the less likely they are to be effective –
thus the need for widespread uptake, to protect the elderly and the
immune-compromised. With more and more people like that woman, that rabid anti-vaxer
who has previously harassed a nurse friend of mine, this science denier, wide-spread uptake
isn’t going to happen.
The weekend after next, there’s a women’s retreat that I’ve been looking
forward to for a year. I’m not going. In December I’m booked to go to Book Camp
again. I may not go. Maybe I would do these things if I was on my own, but it
would not just be my life I’d be choosing to risk. Life is getting very small.
I’m sad. Like never before.
Tonight the neighbour's cows got out of their paddock and into our place, trampling the trees we planted just a couple of weeks ago. Mac had hurt his knee earlier in the day and was hobbling around in the dark trying to get the cows back down the driveway, while I drove to get the neighbour to come help. I met his worker at the end of the drive and stayed to block the cows from the other end of the road. I sat in the darkness of the car and cried. Just so sad and lonely, sad all the way through.
But then the neighbour arrived. He's much younger than me, and has always been really fit and healthy. He had a stroke three years ago, six months before me. He peered into the car and saw my tears. He understands. He asked, "Do you need a hug? Because I sure need one." And I got out, and in the dark we hugged and cried until the cows came home.
And now I'm a little less lonely, and a little less sad.
