I was able to work from home.
It was fucking horrific. Because of confidentiality I can't even explain half of what we were doing, but we were speaking daily to people suffering in the worst ways, lots of my clients died, I was in contact with someone who was eventually murdered, I was speaking to women trapped with abusive partners, to old people who were quietly starving, to terminally ill people feeling abandoned, speaking to people with PTSD from historic child abuse, and so much more.
No many how many people we tried to support, there were not enough of us to speak to them all or enough hours in the day. I started work early and finished late because you can't cut off a call to someone in crisis or someone just so desperate to talk because yours is the first voice they've heard in days or weeks.
I might not have been commuting but I was working long hours. I might have been at home, but listening to someone tell you about their abusive childhood while you can see your own child playing in the next room is hard. There was no commute to try and switch between work and home. No colleague who gets it to share five minutes with. Not even a break between clients to shift your focus. And it was heartbreaking.
And there were also so many calls where I was just abused, for not being good enough, for not doing more, for making the phone call, for not making the phone call earlier, for just existing, for promoting a 'scamdemic', for helping scroungers rather than people in real need, for calling after someone else had called and so wasting time and resources, for not being a mind reader and having to ask what support someone would like, for not visiting in person, for visiting when I should be staying away.
There wasn't a day I didn't cry. A colleague died by suicide. I was the first person at work to find that out. Zoom calls haven't quite made up for seeing colleagues so we can support each other in person, even if just for a few minutes.
There are still people I think about now, that I spoke to once a year and half ago, for half an hour, and I'm wondering how they are, if they are okay, if they are alive. Or that my heart breaks for because I know they will be worse now than then, or because I know they have died.
We're in a weird half and half situation now. Officially I'm still 'working from home' but all that means is that I'm not going into the office but I am visiting clients at their homes. Things are not any better. I'm seeing less people because it's in person rather than over the phone but the problems they have are worse. I'm buying food out of my own money for people who have nothing, who had barely anything before all this but who have less now. I'm trying to convince one person that they are cared about and that they would be missed if they died.
DH lost his job during all this, and then his new job waited until a week before he was due to start to tell him they were not yet going back into the premises and so didn't need him after all. He's been lucky, he's found another job and if we have another lockdown he will be going in every day - no working from home for him.
A close relative died and we couldn't attend the funeral. A family friend died and we couldn't attend the funeral. I wasn't allowed to visit my family and be with them as we grieved. One of my parents had COVID and then complications from COVID, and I couldn't visit them in hospital or drive my other parent to see them. Much the same as everyone else I know.
I do not blame anyone other than the government for all of this. I don't begrudge anyone else who had an easier time working from home, or those who were furloughed, and I'm grateful to those who still went out to work every day.
The government wasted so much money, messed up PPE, made u-turns and bad decisions, gave contracts to people not fit to have them, and there are millions unaccounted for.
Some people may be complaining about going back to the office. I have no idea how badly affected their mental health may be or if they have anxieties about going back. On their surface their complaints might seem superficial but who knows?
But even if they are just upset because they've got to start commuting again and that means getting dressed and having a wash - I don't care.
It's not them I blame for this, it is the government who have mishandled things and had their friends, family, and cronies profit from it. Blaming other people who might have experienced a less difficult lockdown than me or being blamed by someone who experienced a harder one than I did will get us nowhere. It's pointless. I don't want to be in a competition to find out where I rank in who had it better and who had it worse. We were lucky in many ways, yet in others it's been horrific.
Blame the people who are really responsible for the mess.