“We need four hugs a day for survival. We need eight hugs a day for maintenance. And we need twelve hugs a day for growth.” Virginia Satir
My childhood home was a perfect breeding ground for anxiety. The grown-ups had so much to worry about! Furthermore, they warned me away from a myriad of dangers on a daily basis. I was stewed in angst, which, when combined with my own innate shyness, was a recipe for half a lifetime of therapy.
There was no greater master of the fear-based method of child rearing than my grandmother. Nanny, our in-house matriarch, God love her, was always ready with an admonition, or to pontificate upon reasons to mistrust the world.
When the rest of the family flocked to the New York World’s Fair to join the droves of visitors, Nanny stayed home, reminding us that she could see it on the television. When neighbors arrived for a friendly chat, she would later scowl that she “wanted nothing to do with them.” And – my personal favorite – when you tried to take her photograph, she would put a dishtowel in front of her face.
What I didn’t realize then was that she wasn’t the poster child for crotchetiness, she was a woman ahead of her time. Avoiding the neighbors and public gatherings? Social distancing. Dishcloth in front of her face? Early face mask.
Fortunately I am but a fraction of the anxious child I once was. Sorry, Nanny, I enjoy my neighbors. World’s fair? I travel the world. Fear of the camera? I pose.
It probably would have been easier for Nanny to adjust to self-isolation than for most of us.
The Washington Post published an article headed: Coronavirus is harming the mental health of tens of millions of people in U.S., new poll finds. In her quote above, Virginia Satir, the “mother” of family therapy, comments on the importance of human connection to our mental health. I am among the fortunate ones who shares my life with a partner and can still receive her prescribed dose of human contact, but those who live alone are not even getting the survival dose.
This quarantine is meant to protect us from a physical threat, a virus. To protect our health. Our physical health is endangered, and while isolation is not a cure, it it a protective measure. However, what is best for our physical well being is in this case a huge stress on our emotional well being. In many ways.
We can’t socialize, can’t go to the gym, can’t be with our children, grandchildren or other loved ones at a time when our anxiety is heightened. We are limited in our movements, perhaps completely alone. Or we are spending way too much time with one or a few co-habitants. Some are trying to work and care for their children at the same time. Others have lost their jobs. Perhaps financial disaster looms around the corner.
And life is on hold: vacations cancelled, weddings and funerals postponed. Whatever we were looking forward to is now uncertain. News of countless deaths and inadequate supplies is chilling.
This is tough. People report increased alcohol use, overeating, high levels of stress and worry, feeling out of control. Domestic violence is reported on the rise.
And nobody is getting enough hugs.
Still, I have been inspired by the inventive resourcefulness that people are applying toward keeping their spirits up. A woman in my neighborhood set up a table on a street with a water view, with tablecloth, candles, etc. and had a virtual lunch with her colleagues. My friend Mary posted that she is getting dressed up for dinner, jewelry and all. “Rainbow Trails” are popping up in towns around the world, to provide connection, community, and hope. People place rainbows in their windows or on their homes so that community children can go on a rainbow hunt. Pet adoptions are up. (A snuggly pet provides immune and nervous system benefits similar to human contact.) We are creating ways to conduct online Easter egg hunts and Seder dinners.
We are finding a silver lining, and learning that when life is whittled down to essentials, we can survive, even thrive on far less than we imagined. Indeed, as The Little Prince concluded, “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
That is the human spirit. Where would we be without each other? It appears we don’t have to find out. We still have each other.