Expecting the pandemic to be over after a year or so. Remembering the situation in India right now.
Do we have a time limit on suffering, a socially acceptable period such as a year? After my mother and aunt died a few years ago, I gave myself exactly twelve months to grieve and eased back a little on myself. In practical terms, this meant that I didn't take on extra projects at work for a few months and let the ironing build up more than normal. Emotionally, I just about managed to accept feeling more ragged, sore and a little messy behind closed doors. After the year was up, I thought I better stop mentioning bereavement. By then, everyone had stopped asking anyway. Who wants to hear and listen to these complicated, messy, painful emotions after a while? I wanted to show how "well" I was doing with some lighter topics of conversation. Now we have passed the year into the pandemic, I wonder if this same time limit is being applied? For much of the first year, our conversations have often been more caring, more thoughtful, checking in on each other. Fourteen mo