Coronavirus aka Covid-19 has made me despair even further of humanity and my countrymen. I get really angry when people refer to having to wear a mask, or having to not go to the pub, or on holiday as oppression, as impossible to tolerate. I have HUGE sympathy for the people running the pubs, restaurants, leisure facilities and small businesses that don’t know how to survive with more and more restrictions, but these people are not the ones losing their minds over loss of perceived freedom, fear of losing ones livelihoods and not being able to feed one’s children is very different from not being able to access more leisure.
I have little sympathy for those people who are extremely happy to put everyone else at risk in order to maintain their own level of freedom. Because only their freedom matters. No one else matters in the slightest. And the thing that scares me, is that, that, is precisely what most people *want* out of their life.
Every time, I see on SM parents of school friends of my children announcing how they are going to break the rules, or how they are going to engage in the maximum social group meet-ups they can, I have to reconsider whether school is safe enough for my children. Don’t get me wrong, socialising is HUGELY important for mental health. Human contact is vitally important. I have never, and most likely will never report anyone for breaking lockdown rules. I worry about the wellbeing of people who think covering their mouth but not their nose is adequate use of a face mask, but, I don’t need to be stabbed or spat on, so…
But, my children (and, I am sure, many, many more like them) know, that *every* time they go to school, they risk bringing home illness that is likely to kill their father. They know this. But, they also need to speak to people who are not me, and they need to learn, and they need to be able to plan for a future that is more than this. Living with the risk, however, is something they have consciously done since BEFORE Covid 19 existed, just that then, there was a WAY bigger chance that they wouldn’t kill him. The additional stress they have to face every day is something it matters to not forget.
There are knock ons from this. The effort we have to go to to get basic supplies without going into shops. The complete airlock disinfection of everything that leaves the house. The multiple isolations. Everything has a mental health implication. And the long term impact is incalculable.
Which brings me to a further point. I am sick and tired of being considered “over anxious” just because I can see all the implications of all the outcomes. I myself, have only been out to school and to medical appointments since March. I have spoken to literally no one socially. I have to absorb all of all of it, every day. Keep going, make sure there are treats, and fun things and favourite foods, and that all festivals and usual events are celebrated as close to normally as possible.
I get to drop everything I am doing to be there if someone needs a day off school. And I have *so* much respect for all the teachers, but, I am not hesitating to keep my children at home right now, for anything from a sniffle to the need for a duvet day, because, right now, whatever they need to feel safer and better is what is best for them. They can catch up learning at any time (although I do make them do any homework, if they ARE in school, they have to fully participate in being there.
I have to be there in the middle of the night for nightmares. I have to cover for, cater for and generally make OK all the isolations, be there if someone else’s work intervenes. be there for everything all the time every day.
And I have been *trying* to study. It is now very unlikely that this course will lead to a 3 year degree course involving me spending the week days in Cardiff. That’s never going to be safe for us. But, in and of itself it might give me a chance to go back to work.
So, somewhere in all of that, with a child who can’t sleep alone, and a need to be available 24/7 and *never* speak of any of it, I have to try and get that done too.
I have to exist purely as a thing that other people need. I have to not express any feelings as they cannot possibly be mine, and must be anxiety speaking, or a deliberate ploy to make someone else feel bad. There is no thought for what works for me, or for US, because I am not ill, and I don’t do anything of any financial value (except the financial value of an entire job, or the ability to be in hospital, or to make decisions on where to be or what to do because SOMEONE ELSE will do kids and home, and understanding illness and explaining illness, and caring for everything, making sure food meets all the guidelines and is healthy, which is entirely worthless, apparently)
I did 10 hours of specialist nurse RCN level training last year, so I could answer questions form the children, and so I could understand and not have to bother someone already going through the whole process. Last year, I could ask real humans if I wasn’t sure, and it was allowed, and it was real and not anxiety driven. NOW it’s MORE real, but, I matter less in it. I am the problem in it, but if I went away, the rest of it would fall to pieces.
Basically, everything that happens to me, from hospital visits for potential surgery, to hair falling out, to exhaustion and lack of social interaction, while these are serious enough for other people to write articles and need help for me they are nothing, because I don’t have cancer, and I don’t bring in any money. And I worry, because what if that ends up being how the kids feel, those things loom so large for them, that they can’t see their own intrinsic value. That’s why we have treat days, and they get to go to school, even though I have to work out how to do these things. Even though I then have to face the battle of “why do they need more treats?” “What is the point of more fun?”
And the background exhaustion from last year is not dealt with, or lessened with emergency hospitalisations, and crisis travelling and all the implications. I was holding on til June to get a rest, to do things I chose at my pace, that were not cook, clean, worry, take care of others. But, now, there will NEVER be a rest, because nothing will ever be safe enough again. And there is a level of deterioration which makes leaving them as a group not possible.
But, I’m well, and I am not old, so, I don’t count.