The Glass

During visits in jail lives are sealed from one another. Plexiglas prevents the intimacy of a regular exchange. No kisses, no hugs, no handshakes. Hands pressed on each side of the glass provide only a symbolic gesture of love. In time this was to become a powerful symbol and part of my goodbyes. I have seen friends, my brothers, my mother and step-father, my sister-in-law and even my infant niece on the other side of the glass. I have been manic, psychotic and sane on the other side of the glass. I have had hair, no hair, no eyebrows and beards on the other side of the glass. I have been depressed, euphoric and beating myself with the phone on the other side of the glass. I have been strong and ready to give up on the other side of the glass. I have been through hell on the other side of the glass but you have been there to see me. To witness my world and acknowledge me as I am. You have been there to see me; to see me through. All the while we were kept at a distance we became closer and grew strong together.

2 thoughts on “The Glass

  1. Very powerful and really helps me understand your world. Thanks for sharing. Your eloquence is very moving. I remember an episode when I was tired and not well and feeling extremely vulnerable and fragile (highly anxious) and my friend sat down next to me and said, what can I do to help?. Her love and lack of judgement immediately healed me of the fear which was building in me. Kind Regards Leanne

    • Some people don’t know how to react to someone in mental distress. Like your friend it is often a simple gesture that makes all the difference. I think exposure may have something to do with it. I find having been around many with mental health problems that I react more naturally than I might have in my younger years. It is unfortunate that more people don’t just sit down beside us. Isolation does not help and is usually unnecessary. Brett

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