Swinging between sympathy for those who are so alien to this kind of isolation, and bitterness that so many initiatives on how to help people feel less isolated are suddenly coming into practice.
The rallying of support is heartwarming. Yet at the same time it’s heartbreaking for someone like me to see, because I’ve spent nine and a half years like this. 90% of almost a decade living as you have this week. Where the hell have you been for me and my chronically ill friends for whom this is all completely normal…
Do you get it now? After one week, do you get how our lives really are? How hard this is. How sad it feels to have to cancel plans you’ve been looking forward to for months, through no fault of your own. How lonely you feel. How frustrated.
There were no WhatsApp group daily chats or calls for online games or FaceTime “Just checking in” calls for us despite living years and years as you have had to for just one week. And you’re doing this while you have your health; while you can perhaps work from home or go for a walk or read a book or cram as much DIY into your day to keep you distracted. Guess what? We can’t do that.
All I, and those like me, can hope is that after all this is over, when you get back to your every day lives, that you never forget how much help and support you needed to get through just this first week of enforced Isolation.
Yeah I said it.