L is coming home for Saturday evening, which is fantastic. We will watch Saturday night TV and we may even knit. I love knitting, but rarely do it. L learnt to knit, but since going into the inpatient unit, she has really taken to it. Before she could just do a simple garter stitch, but now she can purl, decrease, increase, which means she can make things. The other night she sported one leg warmer proudly while knitting its matching one. K and I gently tease her and ask when her basket weaving course starts which makes us all laugh. But I know how therapeutic she finds it.
In a world where we can expend unimaginable emotional effort and yet get nowhere, the act of taking some wool and needles and producing something out of it is incredibly rewarding. It can take your mind off grief, boredom, quitting smoking, waiting for a baby to be born and make long periods of resting fly past. I know about all of these things. I was gutted in 2003 when I was told I couldn’t take my knitting onto a long haul flight to the US.
L and I are .so similar. When times are tough we find things to do that are productive or creative. We cook, we clean out drawers and we knit. We plan projects such as a new room or a new wardrobe. We like order especially at times of disorder. I am sure it is no coincidence that knitting is quite common in her unit. It soothes and heals as an activity. I am sure there needs to be a whole new chapter on Knitting your way to Recovery. It might not work. But you will have unique legwarmers at the end.