There was really no means for as a woman, when men not only dominated society but the world. His wife is unable or unwilling to adhere to the ideal model of domesticity expressed by the 19th-century society, and John is at a loss as to what to do. I never saw a worse paper in my life. His inability to truly recognize the inner life of his wife is made clear in her diary, and leads him to faint in shock when he realizes the true extent of her illness. This however is drastically different from how she is at the end of the story. She was supposed to have a strict bed rest. The narrator's recovery will be measured by how cheerfully she resumes her domestic duties as wife and mother, and her desire to do anything else—like write—is seen to interfere with that recovery.
There is a week more, and I think that will be enough. The wall-paper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer than a brother--they must have had perseverance as well as hatred. The woman appears to be trapped within the bar-like pattern of the wallpaper, and she shakes the pattern as she tries to break out. All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus growths just shriek with derision! The way that she is required to act involves practically no exertion of her own free-will. The narrator can best be described as a round character, that lacks the ability to express her personal opinions, and which struggles to exert self-control over her situation. It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. Of course if you were in any danger, I could and would, but you really are better, dear, whether you can see it or not.
Thus she is forced to repeatedly ask the same futile questions. The point of view is also limited in that the story takes places in the present, and as a result the wife has no benefit of hindsight, and is never able to actually see that the men in her life are part of the reason she never gets well. John restricts her behavior as part of her treatment. Although John is set up as the villain of the story, he can also be seen as a more sympathetic character. Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over. She becomes fascinated and oddly obsessed with the wallpaper in the bedroom.
It is about a woman who is mentally ill and gets misdiagnosed by her controlling husband. She gradually begins to see a female figure trapped behind the bar-like pattern of the wallpaper and realizes that both she and the figure are suffering from oppression and imprisonment. From the day of her birth, she was a woman ahead of her time. I have a schedule prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more. She continues to hide the diary from John, and grows more and more convinced that the wallpaper contains a malevolent force that threatens the whole home. Why, I wouldn't have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such a room for worlds.
Of course I didn't do a thing. He does not see it even as an illness but rather as her needing to pull herself together. This essay shows exactly how those instances exemplify the genre of irony. But I find I get pretty tired when I try. In this damp weather it is awful, I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.
He is very controlling and expects his wife to obey his orders which was quite normal for the time. In 1890, she wrote The Yellow Wallpaper a story about a woman who was oppressed by her husband and her illness. Depending on the group which they are in, certain coordinates are applicable. One is led to believe that John is neglecting his wife simply by the things he says. He is very controlling and expects his wife to obey his orders which was quite normal for the time. But nobody could climb through that pattern--it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads. .
The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! He stopped short by the door. In the 1800s society was known to look past women who did anything besides house chores and raising children. He forbids her from writing her feelings down or from seeing anyone. As a short story 'The Yellow Wallpaper ' is multidimensional. You see he does not believe I am sick! By infantilizing the narrator, John dismisses her pleas to go downstairs.
He is a doctor but only understands physical illnesses. Round and round and round--round and round and round--it makes me dizzy! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people. The story's distortion from the pure, female perspective, into the disturbed wife's eye changes what the reader sees. She has fallen victim to her madness in her desire to let the woman out the wallpaper.
When I get really well, John says we will ask Cousin Henry and Julia down for a long visit; but he says he would as soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now. By the time of the early nineteenth century, it was very difficult for women to express their desire because the men always dominated them. I've got a rope up here that even Jennie did not find. Can you not trust me as a physician when I tell you so? In the midst of these changes, they face the struggles of being women such as post partum depression and love and rejection from men. It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship about my work. Against her better judgment she was not permitted to write, draw, or work, but simply rest.