Did the pandemic affect you differently than a neurotypical?

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I loved lockdown. It didn't change anything but it felt fun.

I have no idea how it affected NTs since I'm not one.

Yep. And I'm going to add details from my previous post in this thread.

More realizations 3 years after;

In a sense that there are no psychiatric issues triggered by said pandemic. And I worked and classed as a front-liner.
And so was my whole household. Didn't had anyone to have to leave behind home.

In a sense that I never felt lonely, depressed, become health anxious, developed OCD and social anxiety.
If anything I can relate to is that I was bored.

In a sense that my social skills did not diminished. At all. I never fought for social skills, really, even if it meant no socializing for years.

In a sense that I'm asymptomatic. Never in danger in the first place. Well, I could be a potential danger, but that's it.

In a sense that I did not go out of shape. Seriously questioning why I never gained if I worked hard, yet never lose when I never did.

In a sense that I did not got let go from my then job. Kinda wish that there's a remote option but nah.

In a sense that I did not go broke. If anything else, some people owe me some money.
Back then I had an earning that I didn't touched from the pandemic even to this day.

In a sense that I never felt compelled to choose between chosing to go out or do stuff online.

In a sense that it's not very disruptive in my life at all. Yearly storms to me are way more disruptive.
This includes panic buying, preparation to not leave the house for days or weeks...

In a sense that my sense of time isn't so screwed.
Likely because I had burnout resting periods way longer and more consequential in my life than lockdowns.


That the 'heaviness' in me is largely solved.
That my main source of stress is my fricking body. And that I'm right.


In a sense that the outside world is never my problem. That my biggest problem then and still is myself.

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My mother in law apparently was "hospitalized" but I myself just reacted with a little bit of fear of not being safe

I suppose it affected me differently in that I was already home alone anyway so I wasn't missing out on my busy social life. I went and stayed at my sister's with my mother and nephew so if anything I was less alone than before.

Yes. It seems like everyone else gained a bunch of weight from staying home, but I actually lost about 50 pounds because there was nothing to do besides take care of myself and my daughter. I wanted to make sure I got enough sun and exercise every day because I had just been diagnosed with depression, so I walked. A lot. Miles and miles every day. I played Just Dance on the Nintendo Switch and did yoga and ordered healthy food online so there were no grocery store temptations... And of course now I weigh more than I did before the pandemic because stores and restaurants are open again, my gaming friends are having me over for dinner and "games and snacks," holiday parties are a thing, and I'm sitting around a lot more. Also, becoming obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3 did nothing for my motivation to move around.

Anyway, yes. The level of self-care I was getting in 2020 was wonderful.

I was very traumatized. I suffered a meltdown where I screamed and smashed things in my apartment. I'm terrified of sickness. TERRIFIED. In fact, I'm sick right now. All this past week I had a bad sore throat, and now I've got the worst chest congestion cough that's left my back and chest very sore. I spent the past couple of days mostly in bed. When I wake up in the morning I'm drenched with sweat. I went to the doctor a couple of days ago but he didn't test me for covid and just gave me antibiotic pills. Virtually the same ones he gave me for an ear infection a couple of weeks earlier. I don't even know if I have a bacterial infection or not, because the pills sure won't work on viruses.

I hate feeling like this day after day after day, and I'm scared I'm not going to get better. And then I'll be put in the hospital with tubes down my throat. That would be absolute torture. I think the next time I wake up with a scratchy throat I'll kill myself. Or maybe start taking zinc.

Right at the start of the lockdown I stayed home with my housemate and watched quite a bit of TV. It was also the time we started online grocery shopping. It was the only way we could get toilet paper!

After the first lockdown I still had to go to my cleaning job three times a week down from five days a week. The first day back at work was eventful because when I went to start the car, it wouldn't. I had to call roadside assistance and they brought a new battery. They said that this happened to loads of people after lockdown.

The pandemic did remind me how I'm doing virtually nothing with my life. Didn't have to worry about losing my job, or having a husband or kids get the disease and die from it, because I don't have any. And the world loves to see adult women without such things as worthless. "Oh she's wasted her whole life and gonna die alone with her 53 cats."