The first reaction that I had to the short story, The Yellow
Wallpaper, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman was simply; “What did I just read?” I
was extremely confused because in all honesty, this woman seems so completely
out of her mind and yet sane all at the same time. The way she wrote, she kept
her composure the whole story, even till the final sentence when she exclaimed;
“Now why should the man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by
the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!” (Page 18). I felt pity
toward this woman and tried to understand her a little better. I do not
necessarily believe that she is crazy, but merely a prisoner in a room. I say
prisoner figuratively because they obviously did not lock her in the room all
day, they did allow her to move around the house and even venture outside; but because
of her illness she became a prisoner of her mind. I reacted harshly to the illness
that she claimed to have. I do not believe that she had a real illness, nor did
her husband. I believe that after all the time of pretending to be sick finally
broke into her mind and she began to believe that she actually was and made
herself ill in the head. I am confused when it comes to the very end of this
story, the last page. I understand that she is ripping down the paper because after
weeks and weeks of staring at it, it has finally broken her, but I am confused
as to what happened to the husband. It stated that he passed out, but I am
confused as to if this is attributed to him retrieving the key, opening the
door and seeing what she has done to the walls or not. In the end, I had
multiple reactions toward this story, but the most prominent was pity toward
the woman.
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