The grief and abusive relationships parallel is thought provoking - my first reaction was "well that's a bit of an over reaction" but further reflection is that it really isn't...
I used to run and swim etc (before I became ill) and I loved running, loved it - it was perfect! So many good things about it. Now I can't do it, I miss it but miss isn't nearly a strong enough word - I yearn to do it. It's like a physical "pulling" feeling in my chest and tummy when I look out of the window and think about it. I have really realistic dreams that I am running, especially when stressed (so lots at the moment). I would give anything to be able to run again. It does feel like I grieve for it (I don't want to be insensitive to people grieving for people though as I know it's not the same)
I think people with healthy active lifestyles normally (so, not me these days!) must feel like that about their "old" lives? I think I may have been "fortunate" in that my current lifestyle actually isn't that far away (personally for me, not for my family obvs) from lockdown! So I don't have that sharp sudden disconnect unlike lots of you here that must be so hard.
Also the abusive relationship thing - also yes when I think about it more. It's the "threatening" tone that gets me, the constant narrative that if we don't "comply" and "resist the spread of the virus" ^ there will have to be be further restrictions and tighter controls^ etc etc.
If you stop struggling I won't have to hurt you.
PS I can imagine the reaction if we said this on MN anywhere but this thread - we would get slated. Ironically, they would probably say "it's for your own good"...