In our household of four it was good for some and bad for others.
For my DS, who has SEN, it was life changing for the better. He was used to being ignored and seen as not that bright as he was pigeonholed by his large secondary. He was in year 7 and pretty miserable. Lockdown changed that for him. He wasn't too nervous to answer questions, he also spoke up and was seen as very bright and never missed a lesson. The amount of teachers who said they were surprised at how clever he was blew my mind, I knew he was clever they just ignored that because he was an SEN pupil.
His confidence has grown ever since, he smashed his GCSEs and is doing some hefty A'levels. He's got his own style and is well liked at his sixth form
DD meanwhile turned from if anything annoyingly over confident to a shell who barely leaves the house unless they're off to school or sixth form. They didn't do well at GCSE because their school failed their year group, they used to start GCSE studies in year 9, which coincided with the worst of lockdown and year groups put on quarantine. They missed a lot of school. Then in 2022, stress caused them 5 months pretty much out of school due to a painful illness. They've given up their performing, it's so sad. They have some lovely friends, but not who they started lockdown with, those lot dropped them over boyfriends, which didn't help their mental health. They moved school for sixth form and although the school is excellent, they're nowhere near how bubbly they were.
DH and I were self employed at the start of lockdown, and worked in industries that stopped abruptly. We had to fight to save our rented home. DH did odd jobs where he could find them. I did some consultancy work from home. We decided we had had enough of working for others but being considered self employed and decided to properly get into the industry we worked within. We had a bit of a false start and we work our arses off for pennies right now whilst we build our business up from pretty much scratch.
It was hard. The lack of interaction. Missing and being unable to support friends who lost people. Missing out on events we had planned and everything else that was supposed to be going on.
I still feel like we lived in a fever dream. The daily briefings where it was obvious that Boris and co had no idea what was going on or how to deal with it. It was weird, one minute we were all going about our business, hearing sometimes about a cold in other countries, Caroline Flack passing away, Stormzy fighting online with another rapper, then all of a sudden people were fighting over toilet roll, and then we were queuing outside supermarkets and happy for a walk round the block.