I’ve lost count of how many days we’ve been in our Covid19 Shelter-In-Place. That’s what I call our current situation because it reminds me of our “Shelter-In-Place” drills at school. I know I can leave home, but I don’t want to leave. In the United States, our Covid19 prevention is mixed with the wannabe authoritarian politics of TrumpTwat.
Most of our country has not been under lockdown. I’m fortunate that I live in a state with a sane Democratic governor. (Had this happened with Chris Crispy, there would be even more chaos.) He’s taking the information from scientists and doctors seriously. However, there are still a few Covidiots in our state who refuse to believe the virus exists. Some of them live next door to me. They are the reason I stay inside.
I remember finding out on Friday, March 13, 2020, at 10 am that we were not having school on Monday. It was a mad rush to get the students ready and to deal with our next unknown. Since then every day has been a new experience. My students and I have adapted to seeing each other on the computer screen. It has been a challenge, but I know my students are resilient.
As for my resilience…some days are better than others. I survive with major depression. So, staying at home has been comforting as well. I’ve found moments of joy through my computer coding and communicating on Twitter with some of my regular followers. I think those few moments of joy have kept me going throughout this lockdown. I’ve also forgiven myself for the moments when I have just sat and watched television. No one has the perfect way of living during the lockdown. My goal has been to survive and stay mentally healthy…