The Yellow Wallpaper
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009 
Photography by net_efekt
There are are no walls covered with yellow, flowered wallpaper in my childhood home. However there was the children’s bath that featured blue walls with a contemporary (1970s) plaid, scary by today’s decorating standards. Interspersed in the plaid were patches of lavender paint, as though someone had a Jackson Pollack afterthought. I never thought much about the wallpaper. It was something that just ‘was.’ But then I remember reading some Victorian Horror story about a woman who went mad when she was locked in a room with yellow, flowered wallpaper. Only, when I was really young and I was once, I did not understand the idea of madness. I did not know this was a story about the ebbing sanity of a person. All I knew was that people were stuck in the wallpaper and wanted out. This horrified me. The plastic-like way they pushed out from between worlds, reaching, struggling and grasping for anything living.
And sure enough, that childhood bath took on a new and terrifying aspect. What if the people in the yellow wallpaper traveled to my blue wallpaper and wanted out while I was washing up? Would that splotch that looked like an eye materialize into one, becoming three-dimensional as a face pushed through?
As the years passed, I eventually forgot about the people in the wallpaper (though I admit when I get terribly bored, I tend to look for shapes and human features in wallpaper, cracks and such). Since beginning work with people’s phobias and fears (and discussing circle therapy yesterday), The Yellow Wallpaper popped back into my mind.
It was like synchronicity when it suddenly appeared in the proverbial shelves of the DailyLit, a site that sends you book installments in your email. So, I have now added one more thing to read (I am calling it a coffee break) to my list and am slowly making my way through it. Yes, I am reading The Yellow Wallpaper (it is free) and will have it done in eight days (eight installments). I am fairly sure this is the story I read that profoundly scared me as a child, but now being older and wiser (or just older - LOL), it should be interesting to see the main characters descent into madness from a professional point of view.
Care to join me in reading it?




