A Different Type of Quarantine

“I wander from one room to the next, down the stairs and back up again and feel like a songbird that has had its wings torn off and flies against the bars of its cage in total darkness. “Outside, fresh air and laughter,” a voice inside me screams; I don’t even try to answer anymore, I lie down on a divan and sleep in order to shorten the time, the silence,  the terrible fear too.”

The above quote is by someone who was in a different type of quarantine.

We want to go, we have places to see and things to do, people to see. I get that! We have masks that we don’t like wearing when we are out, they are bothersome people say. I get that too. I find myself having to take a deep breath at times , as I pull it away from my face a little. We have fears too, how bad are things really going to get. What does the future hold? Will a loved one get sick, will I get sick and be in the hospital alone? I have had those same fears, but I alsohave had something else.

I been able to go on walks in the bright sunshine with my family. I have been able to go out to the grocery store and get food that we need. I have been able to be safe in my house, enjoying the comforts of home, even if the 4 walls seem to close in at times. They may close in and I may have my worries, but than I am reminded of the quote at the top of this post. I am reminded of the young girl that wrote it. Anne Frank.

Anne Frank who didn’t spend a month in quarantine but 761 days! The girl who longed to see the sunshine and breathe in the fresh air, feel the wind against her face. The girl who was remarkably strong through her time of hiding but also was human and had her times of sadness and fears.  A girl who didn’t have the luxury of enjoying her own house, but instead shared a tiny apartment with 7 other people. People that she didn’t always get along with. People that she had to share 1 bathroom with. They were each allowed 15 minutes in the morning to be in the bathroom when they got awake. They had a schedule they followed.

They didn’t just veg out watching Netflix and eating junk food during the day. They had to be quiet because of the men working right below them. They got a breather during lunch hour when the men went home for lunch.

We want the quarantine lifted, we want life to resume as normal. Anne wanted that too, and after 761 days of being in hiding, she did get to go outside again.  She saw the blue sky of Aushwitz Concentration Camp.

This is a reminder to myself, a reminder to myself that I am just sharing with all of you. Let us not forget to count our blessings, even when we may have trouble seeing the sunshine beyond the clouds.

33 thoughts on “A Different Type of Quarantine

  1. Things can always be worse. But I like to remember that things can be better, too. The scariest thing about the Nazis was that so many people supported them. They could have never done the hideous things they did without that support. I feel grateful that we still have the freedom to protest and resist when we believe the government has become repressive, and I hope we never give that up.

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  2. Well said! We are, in general, a very privileged society. It is good to remember the difference between what we actually NEED to survive vs what we would LIKE. Sacrifices have to be made at times, and to not make them in our current situation is nothing short of irresponsible, juvenile and just plain selfish. Sacrifices are necessary to protect everybody else, and particularly the elderly and those who are already coping with a medical condition. It is also good to remember that anyone of us can have COVID-19 without feeling any symptoms … for 14 days or longer. The people who “bend the rules” because they feel fine need to remember that!

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  3. I’m with you, grateful to be able to get out to walk the dog or go shopping. The mask is a trial, it steams up my glasses and makes my face itch, but I would not go into a shop without it, nor my gloves. We like to think we are safe in our homes, but if we have a visitor, like the nurse today, it was gloves and masks for all of us. Then I felt a prisoner in my own home. Things will improve, we just don’t know when. Take care of you and yours Carolyn.

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    • I can’t imagine not being able.to go outside for such a long period! I remember when I was in the hospital for 9 days. When I stepped outside to finally go home I did not want to get in the car. The air and sunshine felt sooo good!

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          • I clawed my way home using gates and walls and collapsed into my Dad’s arms on the front step. I was terrified of going out again for weeks and still don’t know what actually triggered it. I hate closed spaces, but am usually OK as long as I can see an exit, so being outside didn’t make sense at all.

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              • That was was in my teens and apart from my breakdown in the 1980s, I seemed to keep on top of them.
                I had one in the supermarket when I was on my own as I couldn’t get out due to the layout of the shop and there were queues everywhere. I ended up running to the ‘in’ door and waiting for someone to enter, then rushed outside and sat on the wall taking deep breaths. I suppose a security guard could have thought I’d pinched something, but my hands were empty and I was just sitting there for about ten minutes trying to stop shaking.
                I’ve had two or three since, once when we were down a slate mine and the guide turned her torch off. It was pitch black and not normally afraid of the dark, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I held Hubby’s hand so tight, I almost stopped the circulation.

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