When the first lockdown hit, I was living with DH and two adult sons, all wfh except eldest DS who was furloughed. The sun was shining and I'll admit I was one of those who quite enjoyed it, whilst thanking my lucky stars that DC had left school just before it all started and recognising that I was lucky, it must be awful for single people etc
By the 2nd lockdown, DH had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, spent long periods in hospital, with no visitors, I was back at work, DS1 was back at work, DS2 still wfh and by this point was an 18yo who'd had almost a year with no social contact whilst dealing with the prospect of his father's death. In the end we cared for DH home for the last 3 months, he was completely bedbound and it was very hard.
Now, I'm a widow who has been very fortunate in that (most) friends have really kept in touch and I have plenty of social things to keep me busy. I acknowledge that I've probably been a bit reckless with my contacts this week, but atm I'm taking a "whatever gets you through" approach. The thought of losing all that is devastating, it's the onyl reason I'm carrying on.
I know that if household mixing is restricted DS1 will go and stay with his GF and her family, leaving me and struggling DS2 home alone.
I know there are people who've lived like this all the way through, I just can't see how we can be expected to carry on. The costs are so much higher than "just" covid deaths or economic.
There's no real reason for my post, other than trying to sort my thoughts out.