Quarantine fatigue

Quarantine fatigue sounds petty compared with the horrors of covid infection, but it´s real.

Some people call it “cabin fever” well ok, but unless we´re talking about life in the garden shed, cabins belong on empty cruise ships which don´t go anywhere anymore.  

Fifty years ago. Many months ago I watched an interview with a psychologist on TV, he was talking about the mental impact of restrictions on people. At the time I thought his focus should´ve been on patients and their loved ones, after all, just staying home and feeling safe was good enough for us.

In hindsight the silent psychologists were more dangerous, even the guy on the not reality TV show knew more than he told us plebs, meanwhile the government were well informed. They knew three months of food shops, chemists, and gas stations being the only places open would have an impact when some  other places opened up too.

This “impact” sounded positive, but in reality it played on people´s fear. Even with a wider choice, we´re all still programmed not to visit the likes of clothing shops and restaurants, and we don´t. Which for obvious reasons is exactly what the government wants.

Since June we´ve dipped in and out of more restrictions / less restrictions more times than a roller coaster on steroids.

NO I´M NOT A CONSPIRACY THEORIST! This is from personal experience, but why, at some point not tell the whole population about effect?

Believe it or not I think mandatory restrictions rather then “advice” from any government is a good thing. Everyone has to follow the same (whatever) rules, else get a hefty fine depending on circumstances, and nothing, absolutely nothing will prevent quarantine fatigue setting in at some level.

On a personal note, for the past nine months I´ve been cooped up with husband and son. One woman, two blokes, all I can say is it´s a good job we all get on well. However I´m sick of hearing about football, I gave up on doing jobs around the house yonks ago, wear the same clothes, and having a shower is a massive underrated achievement. I don´t even miss the social life we used to have, at first yes, but not now. I wouldn´t call this depression, it´s more like reluctantly accepted suppression.

I was going to write about how covid arrived in Spain and how we reacted then, but I couldn´t be assed.

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