Post lockdown life

It's only really been about 2 months since everything in my life has gone back to complete pre lockdown levels. I feel myself struggling with the pace of life and expectation again. I'm more aware of what makes me tick now, since I got my diagnosis during peak lockdown. It just feels like a run away train which won't stop and despite restrictions,  I prefered lockdown life, it was easier.

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  • "Post lockdown life!"

    Yesterday I had a nightmare bus journey, social distancing has come to an end!

    I travelled on an X84 bus from Otley to Leeds in the early evening and it was packed.  Every seat was full, people were standing downstairs and on the stairs themselves.  I was sitting upstairs just behind a lady with mottled greasy hair, the smell from her was awful, I couldn't decide if it was body odour or the filthy clothes.

  • Having hardly been out in two years, I had to go to London for my assessment. Dear God! Rammed up against the whole of humanity, at least a third of whom are not wearing masks, when I'm knackered and my nerves already fried and my SPD is screaming. Mid-pandemic I was in full blown melt down in the supermarket with people coming too close.  No idea how I held it together Friday. Got home stripped in the kitchen, every last scrap of clothing went in the wash including my coat, straight in the bath to scrub every nook and cranny of my anatomy. I'm still terrified I've got COVID.

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  • Having hardly been out in two years, I had to go to London for my assessment. Dear God! Rammed up against the whole of humanity, at least a third of whom are not wearing masks, when I'm knackered and my nerves already fried and my SPD is screaming. Mid-pandemic I was in full blown melt down in the supermarket with people coming too close.  No idea how I held it together Friday. Got home stripped in the kitchen, every last scrap of clothing went in the wash including my coat, straight in the bath to scrub every nook and cranny of my anatomy. I'm still terrified I've got COVID.

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