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Some are relishing the time to themselves — but I'm finding this experience incredibly lonely.
Girlfriends plucking my eyebrows and doing my makeup before a night out as a teenager. Being held when anxious. First kisses, the first time I held someone’s hand. The birth of my children and the subsequent skin-to-skin bonding and breastfeeding.
There isn't really an eloquent way of saying it — I just hate this.
And those who rely on quality time and words of affirmation for intimacy are video-calling their friends on Friday nights.
Whenever I feel anxious, I hold onto someone and it stabilises me. So how should I cope in these coming months, when touching someone outside those I’m quarantined with can hurt them and my wider community?
I don't mind telling you that this morning I burst into tears, mid-conversation with my husband. Please don't misunderstand — I know I am so fortunate when compared to so many others and I know we're all in this together. But I miss walking alone in amongst crowds of people. I miss seeing my older parents, who I can't be near right now. I miss less than a metre and a half between people.
This ordeal is going to last for months yet — if I'm going to get through with mental and emotional health intact, I need to find new ways to love the people in my life now.
I'm even learning how to hold a conversation over the phone again. I used to spend hours and hours talking to friends on the phone in high school, and somewhere along the way, lost the ability to hold a conversation without being face-to-face or over text.
Before all this happened, my favourite part of the day would be laying beside my six year-old son at bedtime, hearing about what he's currently interested in, whether it be planets, the human body or geography. Now, without my daily commute to work or my children's usual extracurricular activities, I'm getting to live those moments more and more.
I usually only exercise incidentally, with the odd gym class thrown in — but now that I spend so many hours within the four walls of my home, and I've been divorced from so much of the touch that I would usually gather throughout the week, I'm religious about my long, daily walks around my neighbourhood.
Before self-isolation, my friend, Kiks, and I had ongoing plans, once a month, to attend life drawing classes. We can't now, but have taken to still life drawings over video. I still have her soul-nourishing conversation and injection of creativity into my routine, though not as we first envisioned it.
My husband’s tee, my mother’s ring — both have taken on new significance now that I worry what being close could do to them. A picture of Bianca is visible from my desk.
And I'm social distancing with a husband and three kids — I can't imagine how I might cope, being a "physical touch" person, quarantined by myself.
...then smother them with hugs and kisses when this is all over.