Mostly back to whatever normal is, but only very recently. I’ll tell my story here for the first time.
My partner and I have been much more completely isolated than most Americans for a much longer time due to ability/privilege, combined with a much higher fear of risk of Covid than average:
- my partner has quite a few of those co-morbidities which would make Covid likely to be much worse, they say, and I have a couple;
- his father died of Covid early in the pandemic;
- my mother nearly died of it around the same time (hospitalized for weeks, though never intubated)
- we were both allowed/made to work from home more or less permanently starting June 15, 2020 (but see below);
- the isolation protocol suited our normal personalities to a T;
- I’ve never been able to get a good mask fit, and yes, I completely shaved my beard in the attempt, and went through dozens of mask brands and styles. No matter which mask, no matter how it’s adjusted, my glasses still fog, which tells me I’m breathing in lots of outside air; and
- I ended up with a lot of sympathy for all those anti-maskers who said “I can’t breathe with this thing,” a sentiment I initially mocked bitterly when I didn’t have to wear a mask because I didn’t go out at all, but then when I did, indeed, I couldn’t breathe with the thing, and tended to have near-panic attacks.
What changed:
My partner’s employer had been making more and more serious noises about staff returning to the office at least one day per week, and then just recently, my mom went into the hospital again for something else. It looked even more like the end than Covid did. Partner and I agreed I should get on a plane, which is an all-day trip, with masking agreed to be fully optional. I ended up wearing it in the airports but mostly not on the planes, nor around my mom (she recovered) and her friends.
The thinking went: it’s time to just go ahead and get Covid or not; our lives are already destroyed anyway by 3 years of isolation so what the hell.
The trip was uneventful, and the very week I came back was the first week my partner started going in to work, also with no mask (no one else wears one there). There’s been a sudden sea change in our attitudes. We’re still not going to restaurants or parties or unnecessary crowded and stuffy indoor venues, but we’re going to work, to the grocery, on airplanes, etc., mask free. (Our feeling has been that masks don’t protect us much. Of course I am still happy to wear a mask if others expect it or are made more comfortable. In this neck of the woods, masked people mostly get the stink-eye.)
I figured the sudden transition would be extremely weird, but it’s been almost nothing. Before, we were isolated and terrified of Covid, and now we’re not isolated and not terrified, and it all happened almost instantaneously with almost no emotional effort in the end.
Get back to me after I get sick – whether with Covid or just a bad cold – and I may say something different, but for now, life seems new again.
Back in the early maximum-paranoia days, we had all food delivered, and the refrigerated/frozen stuff had to be immediately wiped down with my carefully hoarded bleach wipes before going in the freezer/fridge. The rest of the stuff sat untouched for 48 hours or more. This was the first caution to go out the window, probably long about the time the bleach wipes ran out.