I could have never imagined that some time later in adult life, I would have to make a comeback to writing with pencils. At school, progressing from pencils to pens was regarded as a significant shift. It is treated as one of the many signs that you have arrived at the doors of young adulthood. As we progress further, lives take a more professional form where pencils are regarded kiddish and pens, sometimes the luxury variety, are looked upon as standard tools. However, sometimes Life can pan-out in such a manner that whatever seems standard or natural needs to be re-evaluated.
I am now returning to the basics, i.e. writing with pencils, and this is why…this is not about the medically documented benefits of writing with a pencil but about the psychological, more humane side to the story.
You must have read about my mom’s Parkinson’s on this blog. It is a cruel disease and sometimes I wish, I could lash out at the health research community as to why a vaccine or cure for it is still missing. One of the primary, most prominent diagnostic symptoms of Parkinson’s is Micrographia. Here, your handwriting becomes smaller and smaller, up to the point that it is almost unreadable. Signing cheques seems like a task. You cannot fill up a standard form since you write almost out of control, scribbling with such great speed that it looks like as if the pen you are holding has a mind of its own. My mother had this too.
I am now returning to the basics, i.e. writing with pencils, and this is why…this is not about the medically documented benefits of writing with a pencil but about the psychological, more humane side to the story.
You must have read about my mom’s Parkinson’s on this blog. It is a cruel disease and sometimes I wish, I could lash out at the health research community as to why a vaccine or cure for it is still missing. One of the primary, most prominent diagnostic symptoms of Parkinson’s is Micrographia. Here, your handwriting becomes smaller and smaller, up to the point that it is almost unreadable. Signing cheques seems like a task. You cannot fill up a standard form since you write almost out of control, scribbling with such great speed that it looks like as if the pen you are holding has a mind of its own. My mother had this too.
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