The Crazy Don't Know They're Crazy

The Yellow Wallpaper: narrator’s point of view and we see, in her eyes, the transformation she goes through. I am trying to process everything that happened in this story. The woman in the wall ended up being her, the “nervous” woman. Or at least that’s what I took from it. Her husband seemed to be a little out of touch with her; he was getting his information from the housekeeper which should not be the case, with him being a physician. It seemed to me like he just didn’t care to know how she truly was because if she was a priority to him she would be the case he worked on all through the night, not the ones in town. The females in this time period weren’t as important as the males and any female who is sick, is to be confined. It is her confinement that messed with her head. The only reason she went crazy was the confinement and lack of human interaction. Post-partum depression is one thing but her being separated from her husband and her baby is another. As I look back into the story I faced with many examples of John treating his wife, the narrator, like a child. She is “little girl” to him and she is a grown woman who just had a child. Her ability to express herself is left simply to a notebook and a pen and while I am very grateful to see inside her mind it also aggregates me because she believes that her husband truly loves her. It gave me the idea of what it’s like to go insane and I noticed that it’s when she thinks that she is improving that we know she isn’t. Her husband abandoning her did not help her growth, especially with her thinking that she was getting the right advice because he is a physician. Was his advice out of a pure heart or was it to sabotage her into insanity? He seemed like he was okay with getting rid of her and keeping her a secret.