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Covid and Loneliness
After weeks of anticipation, excitement, and daydreaming about outfits and jewelry and hair, I decided going to the movie night yesterday was not an acceptable risk and I stayed home. This has been at the center of my current depressive episode because it feels like a snapshot of my upcoming life, and that life is pretty lonely.
As I've transitioned and found so much joy in becoming who I am, one of the limits to that joy has been the inability to go out into the world and occupy social spaces as myself. Three (four?) years ago, I had a boyfriend I could drive to see and, through him, a slowly expanding social group who contributed to my happiness and confidence. I was going dancing in a skirt and heels and having an amazing time. I still hadn't realized I was trans (how big a clue did I need?!), but I was feeling good about who I was and was slowly doing more public things looking fem.
I lost that while I was in Europe during Covid for two years. I'd fantasized about moving to the Netherlands and just going all out fem from day one, but I didn't. I couldn't. I never dressed fem there, and I ended up dealing with growing social anxiety until just walking to a local store to go shopping was often too much.
After moving to SK, I connected with local community in the form of a trans support group. I was too scared to reach out to them on my own, but Miriam helped, as did a long conversation she arranged with the group organizer (They may be reading this: that meant so much to me!). I had a taste of being social, attending the weekly online group, meeting up with some of them to march in the pride parade, and going to a few outdoor meetups in parks. It was filling an enormous void in my life.
I was feeling together enough, and connected to what I wanted enough, that I even decided a couple months ago to create a dating profile on OKCupid. My dating experience is quite limited, and the prospect of actively seeking datemates has always been confusing and scary. Of the relationships I've been in, just one began because I recognized and acted on an attraction, and that was with someone I'd already known for most of ten years. But dating as a woman feels to me like it could be different for a lot of reasons, and I got my courage together and took the first step.
Then the fire happened, and two months kind of fragmented into chaos. Life finally feels sort of stable again and I want so badly to keep growing as myself, to keep having new experiences in a social role I fit better in, and to keep meeting people and having friends.
But now the warm weather is gone, and all of that promise with it. I don't know when I'm going to have health coverage, and Covid could put me in the hospital at my expense. And that's not even addressing the potential long-term disability of long Covid. We've been living through one of the biggest mass disabling events in history and largely ignoring that aspect of it. It could be well into next year by the time I have coverage, and until then I'm already engaging in risk by going to grocery stores or getting laser on my face once a month. It's hard to justify adding more on top of that. It's hard to even justify the laser to myself because I tend to undervalue my own needs and mental health.
The fact that nearly no one is masking around here makes it so much worse. If vaccinations and masking were mandatory, or if the majority of people would just do those things out of care for more vulnerable people in society, the rate of spread would be *so* much lower. But they don't, and it's not. It adds so much risk to everything, because I have to assume that everyone is frequently in high risk situations and act accordingly. Even our doctor (our former doctor that is: I'm never seeing him again if I can help it) is refusing to mask *in his office*. An office that has signs on the doors saying that masks are required.
One of the big sources of depression this has brought up is that my boyfriend is going to be in Toronto in March and has suggested I come to share a room at the convention he'll be at. I haven't seen him in 3 years, and I miss him *so* much. But if a movie night with a handful of people wearing masks is too dangerous, I can't possibly justify being in a hotel full of people who aren't even masking. I'm so tired of being away from the people I care about, and so tired of being lonely.
I hurt, and Miriam helps a lot, but I just have to live with it and hope things get better.
As I've transitioned and found so much joy in becoming who I am, one of the limits to that joy has been the inability to go out into the world and occupy social spaces as myself. Three (four?) years ago, I had a boyfriend I could drive to see and, through him, a slowly expanding social group who contributed to my happiness and confidence. I was going dancing in a skirt and heels and having an amazing time. I still hadn't realized I was trans (how big a clue did I need?!), but I was feeling good about who I was and was slowly doing more public things looking fem.
I lost that while I was in Europe during Covid for two years. I'd fantasized about moving to the Netherlands and just going all out fem from day one, but I didn't. I couldn't. I never dressed fem there, and I ended up dealing with growing social anxiety until just walking to a local store to go shopping was often too much.
After moving to SK, I connected with local community in the form of a trans support group. I was too scared to reach out to them on my own, but Miriam helped, as did a long conversation she arranged with the group organizer (They may be reading this: that meant so much to me!). I had a taste of being social, attending the weekly online group, meeting up with some of them to march in the pride parade, and going to a few outdoor meetups in parks. It was filling an enormous void in my life.
I was feeling together enough, and connected to what I wanted enough, that I even decided a couple months ago to create a dating profile on OKCupid. My dating experience is quite limited, and the prospect of actively seeking datemates has always been confusing and scary. Of the relationships I've been in, just one began because I recognized and acted on an attraction, and that was with someone I'd already known for most of ten years. But dating as a woman feels to me like it could be different for a lot of reasons, and I got my courage together and took the first step.
Then the fire happened, and two months kind of fragmented into chaos. Life finally feels sort of stable again and I want so badly to keep growing as myself, to keep having new experiences in a social role I fit better in, and to keep meeting people and having friends.
But now the warm weather is gone, and all of that promise with it. I don't know when I'm going to have health coverage, and Covid could put me in the hospital at my expense. And that's not even addressing the potential long-term disability of long Covid. We've been living through one of the biggest mass disabling events in history and largely ignoring that aspect of it. It could be well into next year by the time I have coverage, and until then I'm already engaging in risk by going to grocery stores or getting laser on my face once a month. It's hard to justify adding more on top of that. It's hard to even justify the laser to myself because I tend to undervalue my own needs and mental health.
The fact that nearly no one is masking around here makes it so much worse. If vaccinations and masking were mandatory, or if the majority of people would just do those things out of care for more vulnerable people in society, the rate of spread would be *so* much lower. But they don't, and it's not. It adds so much risk to everything, because I have to assume that everyone is frequently in high risk situations and act accordingly. Even our doctor (our former doctor that is: I'm never seeing him again if I can help it) is refusing to mask *in his office*. An office that has signs on the doors saying that masks are required.
One of the big sources of depression this has brought up is that my boyfriend is going to be in Toronto in March and has suggested I come to share a room at the convention he'll be at. I haven't seen him in 3 years, and I miss him *so* much. But if a movie night with a handful of people wearing masks is too dangerous, I can't possibly justify being in a hotel full of people who aren't even masking. I'm so tired of being away from the people I care about, and so tired of being lonely.
I hurt, and Miriam helps a lot, but I just have to live with it and hope things get better.
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From what I understand, Saskatchewan's under the control of a government that's very much like Ontario's in terms of ideology.
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Oh, I did buy an elastomeric mask. That should hopefully help make concerts and transit safer. Doesn't help with things like cons, which involve shared sleeping and eating space, but if I can feel safer about going to concerts it will bring back a lot of quality of life.
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