Just to speak for myself, I am putting one foot in front of the other. My dc will now be off school of course, the two eldest missing their A Levels and GSCEs, the youngest is in Year 9, their school using Google classroom to teach them every day. I am single so no one else lives with us.
I am temping as a receptionist so I am going to work until that contract ends and am looking for permanent work, the only other place I go is the supermarket (to wonder around like all the other lost souls looking at the empty shelves).
I know other people whose anxiety has been massively triggered and increased, like my sister. Luckily she already worked freelance and from home, but she has become extremely fearful.
Other people have now become potential carriers and people who could make us ill, and the same is true of us of course, there is the constant fear that we could unknowingly be infecting someone else who could be vulnerable. The hospitals here are now really feeling it but we don’t know how awful it could get. The figures and images coming out of Italy are like nothing else (627 dead in one day yesterday). There is a sickening dread that the same will happen here. We have a government that seems unwilling to take all the steps it could take to protect us. An underfunded health system in which medical staff do not have enough personal protective equipment. And as things at as they are not tested for the illness of they develop symptoms.
The virus is silent, indiscriminate and invisible and we are to an extent powerless. We always were but in this part of the world maybe this is the first time a lot of us have come face to face with the powerlessness.
The economy is falling down around our ears, the speed at which people have lost their livelihoods and businesses have folded shocking, there may be a world recession.
What if food never goes back on the shelves. How have parents of small babies coped with no formula and no nappies 
?
We are worried for our elderly and vulnerable relatives and for ourselves. I find myself thinking if I am still alive when thinking about life after the pandemic. The one saving grace is that it seems very rare for the 0 - 20 group to be seriously ill or die.
This has shockingly become our new normal. Strangers telling each other to stay safe. It’s fucking frightening.
So I am wondering what it will be like when it is over - whether the stress of all of this will really then engulf us, when we are no longer having to deal with it.
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