I am not sure that I can name an exact moment when I reached a lowest point with Covidcon, because I had several. Lots of scared long term friends unfriended me for questioning something early on. My older daughter telling me that a friend of hers in Michigan had tried to commit suicide after the schools closed in the Spring of 2020 really got to me, especially after learning that another teen she knew had successfully killed himself.
My daughter was supposed to get an award for being the eighth grade valedictorian in Las Vegas during a graduation ceremony that got turned into another meaningless zoom presentation. I remember my younger daughter crying asking why she couldn’t play with the neighbor’s daughter while they were having a party next door and me having no answers for her. The nightmares I had when Phuket really started pushing facemasks and my daughter was afraid that I would get put in jail for being unable to wear one.
Probably the general feeling of disappointment that I seemingly went overnight from being respected and well liked in my community in Thailand to becoming some sort of pariah figure, a hated farang who refused to follow the rules on facemasks and probably should be deported.
I could go on. I guess the saddest thing to me has been the stunning lack of empathy for another person’s situation. People without children no longer cared about missed graduations and people without trauma didn’t even try to understand why someone might not wear a facemask. Pro lockdown people working on their laptops in their pajamas getting paid twice as much as before weren’t trying to understand the vast supply chain of workers that were allowing them to even do this.
People who never thought that they’d experienced vaccine injury couldn’t comprehend anybody refusing the “vaccine” for any reason. It was no exceptions, no excuses. Ironically those decrying others for being selfish were usually the ones benefitting the most from the upside down arrangements.
