This thread is so poignant.
For me, the day I got my first shielding text, followed by a bewildering amount of texts and letters telling me to stay away from my family, sleep apart, eat apart, use different cutlery, different bathrooms if possible, not go aside at all (but I was allowed to open a window). I honestly then felt it was a death sentence and I actually sat and wrote down what I'd like for my funeral service. Then I took note of all the shielding advice and didn't touch my DH or children for five months. It's staggering, looking back, but I think we all did the best we could with what was known. When I shielded in lockdown 2 I didn't shield quite so extremely.
The moment I realised that as a CEV person there were people on here and other platforms that thought I was expendable and 'near death anyway' so wouldn't really count on covid stats. I started to see a shift in thinking where lives were measured one against the other in terms of worthiness and those like me failed the test. It really sunk in with the rhetoric around the great Barrington thing and all the posts about the young sacrificing for the vulnerable. I felt in the way and it really shot my mental health already fragile from shielding.
When our church went online only and I wondered when we'd sing together again (last week, as it turned out)
Setting up a whatsapp group for our street and putting invites through everyone's door, since then we've all been much closer and had garden parties etc, looked out for one another.
The day I found out my friends 29 year old DD had died of covid.
The day my 50 year old friend died of covid.
Then the day the Pfizer vaccine was approved and I danced around the lounge with my dd.
All my dds uni experience so poor for her first two years. Her having to defer a year due to covid meaning she couldn't get a placement (veterinary).
DS missing all his GCSEs and y11 leavers stuff. And both of them being so practical and compassionate about it all and saying it didn't matter at all in the scheme of things.