I supported the initial "two weeks to flatten the curve" concept - to push the peak a few weeks down the road allowing the NHS time to pivot to a Covid focus and prepare accordingly. What it rapidly became though I did not support at all (and I was frequently accused of being a granny-murdering monster).
I was rapidly horrified by the utter glee with which people turned upon others - the division and hatred against those who couldn't wear masks was fucking horrendous, and many, including many on here, would have happily locked up all those with mental health difficulties, learning disabilities, sensory impairments and god knows what else in order to increase their own perceived bubble of "safe". That was horrific. The rush to apply DNAR orders to those with any form of learning disability, physical disability or autism in some areas was absolutely dystopian and horrendously reminiscent of the kind of mindset that led towards Nazi Germany.
The utter disregard of the impact upon children in terms of the way education was treated - as something that was dispensable, that could be easily outsourced to a computer and the subsequent issues that are emerging with cohorts who lost that window of early socialisation in terms of language development issues (and of course NHS SALT is completely fucked and in a horrendous mess as a result of the backlog+demand+SALT students who dropped off courses because it was so bloody horrid trying to train through the pandemic - I have peers who work in services with 50% unfilled vacancy rates as there just are not the SLTs out there), and behavioural issues - and older kids where the impact of basically being left to online as a babysitter so parents could do some work has led them to being at risk of grooming, radicalisation (I work with a lot of autistic young adults who are interested in WW2 and military history - think about what a year googling "Nazis" with less supervision could have led them down in terms of internet rabbit holes), toxic masculinity and endless internet "banter"... it had such an impact upon one of my children's school cohorts that the boys in particular (older primary) have now gone from being a challenging year group to being utterly uncontrollable, driving teachers to long-term sick and I had to move my kids' schools after multiple physical assaults on one child, endless utterly inappropriate sexual comments and the like.
The impact upon my own clients is still being felt - the loss of relationships with family members unable to visit care homes for so long, the behavioural issues caused by the loss of all the routine and structure that these individuals used to regulate their emotions, anxiety and lives (I work with adults with learning disabilities), the projects that closed "temporarily" and never reopened meaning finding meaningful day placements for clients is increasingly hard, the exodus of carers from the roles after the way the Govt treated them meaning staff turnover (which was always a challenge) has gone through the ceiling and the knock on impact that has in terms of training, knowledge and skills dealing with clients being constantly lost. Or we have the clients now who have gone from having a great routine of activities - to being still too scared to leave home because they cannot grasp that the restrictions were lifted and life has moved on - so they remain basically in one room watching TV all day... or those homes where residents are still periodically confined to their bedrooms as the homes go in and out of "outbreak" measures - and residents can't establish any trust or confidence in what they will be allowed to do from one day to the next.
As for myself - I was one of the people who spoke out as being anti-lockdown in an "errr - have you actually thought about if this is the right thing to do" and was socially ostracised for it, but now more and more I speak to colleagues about it and they comment about "the damage those fucking lockdowns did" and how we got it incredibly, badly wrong and I don't know if we'll ever fully dig ourselves out of the holes we dug ourselves into. I don't think we'll ever fully repair the rifts it caused in society in terms of friendships lost, fear generated (it's taken my mum until about now to emerge from her fear of infection and get out and about again) and groups turned against each other in society. But that was very handy wasn't it - we were so busy arguing about if a scotch egg was a substantial meal and counting how many times a day Doris from number 57 took the dog out to pee and if Derek hadn't come out to clap and bang a saucepan that we didn't notice eye tests at Barnard Castle, groping your secretary and snogging her face off in a manner usually seen at the 6th from Prom, and so many piss ups in Number 10 that they at least managed to prove they'd be able to organise a piss up in a brewery.