I've taken to wearing a baseball cap pulled low so that I don't have to see masks so wouldn't have a clue if an ablist idiot is giving me a stare.
Unfortunately seeing people in masks has an unfortunate tendency to remind me of the horrible confused moment when DS was born and I didn't know if he was dead or alive after a long exhausting labour and being rushed into an operating theatre without explanation before I ended up alone in HDU. Add in (diagnosed) auditory processing issues and removing the ability to lip-read while distorting speech and it all makes for a pretty stressful environment.
I've been to the GP several times since the 1990s about hyperventilating in humid conditions but they've never taken action. Being caught up in a crush in a nightclub 20 years ago also did not enamour me to the feeling of not being able to breathe. I remember the moment of understanding how people were crushed to death in Hillsborough as I was crushed up and bracing myself against the DJ box while the crowd surged forwards, struggling to keep on my feet and not getting knocked to the floor to be trampled.
I tried various face coverings and gave up after it all escalated to the point of a sensory overwhelm where I tore my face to bleeding in the supermarket last winter because of the feeling of my damp breath tickling around my face in a visor.
I am otherwise young and physically healthy and often in sportswear so I'm sure there have been many dickheads who quietly failed to recognise that within British law I fit the definition of significant distress, but at least none of them have dared embarrass themselves to my face.
They probably would have difficulty identifying my 11yo's autism and sensory processing disorder too. At least he's small and young-looking so should avoid being bullied by sanctimonious twats.
There's no point in trying to go to the GP to investigate if I'm neurodiverse like DS. If I had tried in 2020, I'd still be on waiting lists now.
I tried my best to wear a mask for a PCR for the minimal time. I stripped my coat off in 5⁰C so that I didn't get that awful panicky heat surge. I kept the lanyard on so it was clear why it was so difficult for me to leave the vile thing alone while trying to work out what the marshal was mumbling about. There was less sensory input than a supermarket but it was still a hideous few minutes.
Masks (not the fear of Covid) have caused me to restrict too much of life already by swerving places where they remove the pleasure of the activity, and I am so tired of squandering good years of my life when they are not guarenteed, particularly after suddenly losing close relatives in their 40s & 50s.
I'm within the law to not wear masks so just let people like me be, and stop escalating the distress with petty judginess, it really does make it worse. Exemption really can't be judged on appearences.
Thank goodness we don't have ablist blanket laws that make DS and I prisoners in our home. That would not be a healthy outcome, and I'm not sure if I'd survive it, certainly not unmedicated anyway.