We're hard-wired for immediate survival, so we need reminders to help us persevere longterm.
Short-Term Wiring
For decades I taught a course, the Challenge of Change in Society, which used the lens of social sciences to try to understand world issues and explore how we ended up with our current challenges and how to enact change. I taught about how media provokes consumerism and how to counter that, and why to counter that, in our daily lives for the sake of the planet, the people, and our own well being. I often stepped outside of the social sciences to draw on thousands of years of philosophies and religions that have understood that happiness isn't the result of an accumulation of things.
I practice what I preach for the most part. Curiously, though, by about mid-July each year, I'd forget everything I had been teaching and end up on a shopping spree until I'd come to my senses. Ten years ago I wrote about how much I need government policies to restrain my habits - that we all do - or else we'll literally shop 'til we drop, as a species, which is happening before our eyes.
Barring that reality, and knowing this would be an ongoing, lifelong issue, I got a tattoo on my Visa-paying forearm to remind myself that my actions affect the entire world. I borrowed Matisse's Dance and have the characters circling a re-forming pangea. We need to come together on this, collectively, to reduce ongoing suffering:
This is partly a problem with the political and organizational messaging and the media spin that's desperate to insist that Covid is no worse than a cold - even when it's a "long cold." The most recent scandal involves the WHO trying to wriggle away from the stark reality that they knew that the SARS-CoV-2 virus was airborne, yet told the world it's decidedly not causing aerosol transmission back in early 2020. Receipts were revealed, and their next step has been, allegedly, re-defining what "airborne" actually means, the move appearing in a, "global technical consultation report on a proposed descriptive framework for the approach to pathogens that transmit through the air. . . . to a new name, 'infectious respiratory particles (IRP), to avoid both 'contact/droplet' and aerosols." They could save some lives and livelihoods by apologizing for their strategic blunder and making it clear that a dangerous virus is still airborne and masks are still necessary inside all public buildings, but it looks like they might be going with that definition strategy instead.
Covid is still taking a toll: A recent survey of over 31,000 parents reported that 30% of children have been sick four or more times in the last year,
"A trend which started after the Covid-19 pandemic. . . . the frequency of these illnesses appears to be rising since early 2022. . . . Children are falling ill more often now. . . symptoms in children are lasting longer. . . . The children are now transmitting the infection to their parents and others."
"After the pandemic" is ambiguous, possibly implying after the start of the pandemic, but allowing the implication that it ended, and this is a common line tossed out in many news articles despite that it's clearly still with us. Also implicated in these results, however, is that Covid harms the immune system. The only cure for this so far is prevention, which means wearing masks inside public buildings.
Beyond all that mess of politics and media, remembering to take precautions during an ongoing virus while we have access to a relatively normal lifestyle is hard because it just gets too boring for our amygdala to keep sending us alerts!
Waking the Amygdala
Being able to adapt to the environment around us is one of our species' greatest abilities, but it doesn't always work when needed. Acclimatizing to this level of illness enables us to keep forging ahead, going to work and getting tickets for an event months ahead of time. Imagining a bright future is useful to our immediate mental health, and it keeps us eating and reproducing. However, it misses the dangerous longterm effects on our body and brain that come from ignoring this invisible threat in the air.
Twice this summer, after being in the woods a while, I came back and hung out with people unmasked. Both times I got lucky and didn't catch anything. Both times I was stunned at how quickly I forgot that Covid is still here and still infecting people. I'd hear someone barking a rattly wet cough nearby and realize the risk I just took since most transmission is from people who appear perfectly healthy.
As a teacher, students advertising for events often complained that nobody noticed all the posters they painstakingly put up around school. I told them it's because there are always posters, with similar graphics, lining the hallways in the same place, so our brain has learned that attending to them won't help us mate or eat or avoid harm. I advised hand-painted posters in new locations might help; people need something to make our brain register the posters as novel stimuli. If we didn't acclimatize to stimuli, we'd be exhausted from noticing every single thing all day. It's a useful mechanism until we start to forget
the danger of an invisible disease waiting for a chance to wreak havoc in our bloodstream.
The WHO is aware that the announcement of a new variant helps to get people to pay attention to Covid again. In fact they are so aware of this that they have suppressed naming new variants of concern since November 2021. They are so wary of panic causing an economic crash or maybe violence in the streets, or something, that they'd rather people get sick than know the truth. The fact that they name variants from the Greek alphabet clarifies that they didn't expect so much mutation to happen so quickly. There are only nine options left!
Some volunteers, like evolutionary biologist T. Ryan Gregory, have taken it upon themselves to assign nicknames outside the canon in order to make it easier to discuss the over 1,700 variants that have developed since Omicron. However, BA.2.86 (nicknamed Pirola) is so prevalent, in over 24 countries, and spreading so fast, and is so different from the original BA.1 strain that some think it must be name-worthy!
"A new genetic background competing with the circulating diversity, this is something of concern. The range of its impacts is wide. . . . It's a variant of concern. Health systems should be alerted to the possibility."
That being said, despite the WHO's concerns with bringing attention to officially designated variants, I don't think a new name will be enough. I think an inner narrative may be more of a motivator to act.
Purposeful Narratives
I need a lot to have the impetus for doing a deep-clean of my kitchen. The action requires a catalyst - sometimes the first warm day of spring does it, but I missed that thrust option this year. Luckily one of my kids is moving out which will generate a good two days of cleaning after dirty shoes go in and out of every room collecting boxes and searching for that one book of theirs.
There are a few people out there that keep their homes immaculate all the time. They don't need an external trigger or stimuli to provoke routine behaviour. And people like me openly admire them while possibly secretly deciding that surely something must be horribly wrong with them for being so obsessed with cleanliness in order to assuage our feelings of inadequacy because we know there's a layer of sticky dust on top of our fridge right this minute. Right?
Despite being slovenly, somehow I ended up in that uber-motivated group when it comes to avoiding Covid.
I think it's the case that people with clean homes have little messages in their head from childhood about someone possibly popping by and what they might think of them if the house were a mess. I have no such messages. My mother always said she didn't want the epitaph on her tombstone to read: "She kept a clean house." And it didn't.
But Covid precautions stick for me because the virus attached itself to two of my biggest fears. Very early on, before vaccines took the edge off of acute infections, I happened to catch a video of a woman who had recovered from Covid explaining what it was like. She had been in the hospital for weeks struggling to breath without family allowed in to see her, instead surrounded by people who were similarly dying or already dead waiting to be moved to freezer vans outside. She described in detail the horror show of having lungs so full of fluid that she was literally fighting to take each breath. For some reason, she turned a corner that didn't budge for many others; she lived to tell the tale. That story has since been augmented with all the many stories I've heard of people living with Long Covid, spending their life savings on babysitters when they can no longer afford actual medical care because they need help to be fed and to go to the bathroom 24/7. My second biggest fear is my children spending the prime years of their lives burdened with taking care of me.
Admittedly, these are not all-encompassing do-gooder narratives about protecting anyone near me. They're about saving myself from pain and my children from a difficult life. Survival of the self and kin is more immediately motivating than concern with the entire species. That's too big to consider much less affect.
It probably also helped to be a teenager in the early 80s when we were bombarded with the message that when you have sex with someone, you're having sex with anyone they ever had sex with and anyone all those people ever had sex will. That makes it very simple to understand hanging out with just one unmasked person isn't safe because you're also hanging out with all the unmasked people they've been around in the last two weeks and all the unmasked people those people have been around.
So my amygdala keeps sending out alerts whenever I walk near someone unmasked. My brain yells at me:
"It takes less than 20 seconds to get Covid from an infected person. You can't tell who's infected because almost 60% of transmission is from people who feel perfectly healthy. Your kids might have to take care of you for the rest of their lives, and then you could drown in your own fluids!"
It's like getting in a car and being stunned by people not wearing a seatbelt because of that one very vivid image from driver's ed of a guy thrown through the windshield and buried head first into the asphalt of the highway in a fatal collision. An image stark enough and connected enough to our current deepest fears is all it takes to keep the adrenaline primed when it encounters a trigger. People who only buckle up when they think a cop might catch them either didn't see that image, likely deemed too gruesome for modern day driver's ed lessons, or it was just funny to them since they're too desensitized from all the other gruesome things they see online.
There was an ad on TV when I was a teen: a guy had survived a car crash, and all his buddies came to see him in the hospital to find he was paralyzed from the waist down. Gradually, they stopped visiting, and then his girlfriend stopped, and then he was left just with his sobbing mother. Being disabled can be very lonely. And that video was enough to make us a bit more careful about spending the night rather than driving home drunk. Many of us have been well conditioned to have a healthy fear of cars.
We totally dropped the ball on conditioning people to be wary of Covid.
I'm not sure people can learn new stories at this point in order to change their choices. Nothing seems to work to override my mom's voice in my head ensuring a lackadaisical attitude towards housekeeping. At the bare minimum, trying to convince others to protect themselves from Covid at least helps me reinforce it for myself.
Knowing this will likely be an ongoing, lifelong issue, maybe it's time for another tattoo, this time borrowing from Botticelli:
In the meantime, enjoy a Plague Poem:
I don't know what to tell youother than that wemust tryto take care of each otherand though I knowthat you aren't listeningI'll keep repeating it anywaysif for no other reasonthan to ensurethat I do not forget.
Cross Posted at 3 Quarks Daily
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