Behind the front line of people dying there is another huge
concern for all of us. That of mental health.
As a hypnotherapist my profession is to help people change
their unwanted habits. For nearly six months people in Scotland, as throughout the
rest of the world, have had their habits changed but not through choice. The
impact of this is now becoming apparent as lockdown in Scotland begins to ease
albeit slowly.
Before lockdown, a trip to the shops was one of life’s
mundane tasks but required little thought. If you go to the shops by public
transport you are required to wear a face covering and ensure you’re socially
distant from fellow passengers. At the shop you need to continue to wear a face
covering, in some cases join a queue, and keep at least six feet away from
others. You’re wary about touching goods on display. How many other people have
touched that tin of corned beef? Have they washed their hands before doing so?
You want to check the use-by date but realise you’ll need to handle the tin to
do so.
You concentrate on keeping six feet away from others and you
try to second guess others’ movements as they come into view with a trolley
laden with items. Usually this works but there’s always at least one numpty who
leaps out from nowhere blocking your path, or who doesn’t have the patience to
wait while you’ve checked the ingredients of a tin of chicken korma and is up
your backside with a cursory ‘excuse me’. In your mind you’re thinking ‘keep
your distance you moron’ but the word ‘sorry’ comes out of your mouth – quite
unnecessarily.
Today Mrs Smith and I were at the Fort Kinnaird shopping
complex in Edinburgh. It was the middle of a Sunday morning, so it wasn’t
overly busy and most people there were wearing face coverings. But anxiety hung
around like an unwanted intruder. We went to a restaurant for brunch and, in
fairness, the staff there were doing everything possible to follow the Scottish
government’s guidance – only every second table was available for customers, a
cleaner was scrupulously cleaning those tables and chairs not occupied and the
toilets were plastered with detailed instructions (this cubicle is not in use; use
the foot pedal to open this door, don’t push it; NOW WASH YOUR HANDS; and use
the hand sanitiser on the way back to your table for extra protection) All very
sensible and it’s reassuring to know these measures are in place.
But it doesn’t make for a particularly pleasurable
experience. And, if you’ll excuse the pun, there’s the rub.
Mrs Smith loves going to the shops and can spend all day
doing so. Not anymore. A visit to the shops and going for a bite to eat now has
a layer of uncertainty, a feeling of not being entirely comfortable. It’s fair
to say we couldn’t wait until we got back home. We didn’t feel unsafe – but we
felt safer inside our house. That’s what nearly six months of lockdown has done
to us.
While statistically it’s the elderly who are more at risk
from COVID-19 the impact on youngsters is considerable too. Many teenagers are
no longer carefree. My own teenage grandson just wasn’t himself when I saw him
last weekend. He was quiet and reserved and preferred to sit in his bedroom rather
than kicking a ball about in the garden with his admittedly overweight and
unfit Papa. He is about to enter fourth year at secondary school, arguably the
most important of all the years at school. His schoolwork was badly disrupted
due to the pandemic with schools closed and, in Scotland, only due to reopen
the week after next. He has missed his pals, the social interaction and even
the teachers. No amount of Zoom sessions can replace that.
It’s the same for everyone, of course. But even if a vaccine
is found and, a year from now, we’re heading back to the way things used to be,
the impact COVID-19 has had on our mental health may be a legacy few of us
want.
2 comments:
Indeed it has ahad an effect on me, and my life was already boring enough.
It's the lack of variety, missing days out, the change of scene is important and not enough people are having this.
It is better than being dead mind.
Just remember to be 2 metres apart, about a coffin leangth apparently...
Wise words! Thank you.
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