I felt like I was in a different class of the boat to DH. He ended up in the upper decks WFH (clearly a good thing that he remained financially stable but not without cost) and retained his purpose in life and a functional level of social contact.
My routines and life beyond home were switched off and on a bit and off and repeat by the government's whims. My purpose was reduced to service human on the lower decks to feed the family and pathetic attempts at inflicting an education on the children with recently diagnosed and undiagnosed additional needs, while trying to keep them quiet to not disturb DH's constant work calls. I loathed 15 months of existing in DH's office so much. (He was out of the way, but sound travels easily through the house. I could tell which colleagues he was talking to by the tone of his voice)
I was worried about recently diagnosed autistic DS1 and his social skills. He actually emerged OK long term. He was fortunate to be at a stable point of schooling with no transition points. I don't know if his disposable attitudes to friends was shaped by the fact that the government considered children's social contact to be utterly dispensible.
It was DS2 who came of worse. It took years to recover socially and educationally. He learned fuck-all in the 6 long, long months that he was prohibited from going to school. A couple of months in and he lost his motivation and inspiration to play with with toys at the age of 7. By the June he'd lie on my bed staring vacantly at cartoons in a depressed state. I didn't confidently know peers prepared to break the law to play with him, so the next best thing was sneaking into isolated, locked playgrounds. We got out and about as much as possible July-Sept while there were some options and that alieviated it a bit for him. In the winter lockdown the online lessons were a daily torment of him sobbing into my lap, taunted by the names of half his class on the screen. Some children were able to continue social contact and continue developing and he just slipped behind, lost his friends and social contact and there was fuck-all I could do to solve that for him. His educational needs were also overlooked. Fortunately we've been able to afford dyslexia assessment and tutoring to close the gap, but again, it's taken years. DS1 had earlier interventions while DS2 was brushed off as general covid delays and the difference really shows.
At least the several family members that died in 2022 got normal funerals. The 2020 rules were so cruel to bereaved families. Due to travel/ hospital/ carehome rules we last saw MiL on our routine visit in late 2019. DH did manage to see her a few times solo thank goodness, and we tried a partially thrawted trip in 2021 as a family. By the time rules were eased in summer 2022 it was too late, she was fading fast and struggling to recognise family which would have been so difficult for the DCs and it was better for them to remember her pottering around at home, not wasting in a carehome bed in her last few weeks.
There are so many reasons why lockdowns were hard, destructive and cruel. Society is still trying to recover.
At the time sympathy for people who were socially isolated, in difficult living or financial circumstances, bereaved (especially if not sadly Covid) was so thin on the ground. So many shameful responses on MN to struggling people on MN (often with SEN children who needed more walks, driving to safe places, or people with no private outdoor spaces) because people decided that Covid was the only legitimate thing to be concerned about. MN was a cesspit.
When humans struggle they seek each other out for support, but that is what was banned and why so many people found it an ongoing living nightmare with little concrete end in sight amongst constantly changing goalposts.
Finding it hard was not a weakness.