Dear Extroverts,
Never fear! You will survive COVID! I know you are not used to keeping your distance from your fellow man. One day, no estimate on when that day will be, you will be able to gather in groves and chat to your hearts’ content. Why you would want to do that is beyond me but to each his own.
Dear Introverts,
Extroverts are new to this social distancing thing. Don’t laugh too hard. If and when the day comes when social distancing is no longer encouraged, it’ll be their turn up at bat again.
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IT’S OLD HAT TO ME
With “IT” (my nickname for COVID) came the phrase “social-distancing”. If I heard it once, I heard it a zillion times on national and local news stations. It wasn’t a phrase I said a lot myself before “IT” came along. But it is a phrase I know all too well because I live it every day. It’s not that I don’t like people; I just don’t like being around them much.
MASK ADVANTAGE
Masking my Autism comes naturally. I’ve had more than a half-century practice at it. Wearing a physical mask that’s required these days due to “IT” doesn’t come naturally, but there is an advantage to my Autism. I don’t have to be so careful about talking to myself in public with a mask covering my mouth.
FORGETTING WHEN I’M OUT OF ZONE
I had a good track record of wearing my mask in public. But I did forget it more than once at places where masks were required. On one occasion, I had been in the grocery store for a minute or two before I realized I was bare-faced. My walk out of the store and to my car felt much longer than it was. Although it probably wasn’t the case, I felt all eyes were on me since my bare face stuck out like a sore thumb. I was thankful, though, that the store “masked” guard did not shoo me away at the door. If that had happened, it would have haunted me for no telling how many years. I could say I forgot the mask or wasn’t paying attention. But that wouldn’t be the truth. My Autism doesn’t stay at home when I go shopping. I try not to zone out in my imaginary world when I’m out and about, but I sure did that time.
NO CHANCE
One of the “IT” safety rules is not to put your hands in your mouth and not to touch one’s face. Fat chance of either happening! It’s hard to stop touching my face when most of the time I don’t even know I’m doing it. Plus, I’m a nail-biter from childhood. Nailbiting is one of many ways I stim. I am also a neck-back-and-shoulder scratcher even when I don’t have the itch to itch. My way of compensating for this while “IT” is a threat is to double down on another “IT” rule: handwashing. And, making more use of my wooden back-scratcher.
GOT SOME WALKING IN
One of the things that came into existence thanks to “IT” was floor up-and-down arrows located at the end of the store aisles. Since one of my autism traits is that rules are more of a need than a pain to me, I bowed to the arrows. Now my record was not 100% adherence to all store visits, but my record of obedience wasn’t shabby as compared to a good portion of my fellow shoppers. I got more walking in because at least half the time I would have to go down a neighboring aisle to go in the right direction in the aisle that had something shelved on my grocery list. This was a good thing since I’ve heard say that walking is better for my legs than sitting.
CONTACT TRACING – NO PROBLEM
So far, as of this writing, I have not been positive for “IT” or the two family members I live with. If that should change, contact tracing would be as easy as pie for me. My contact list would be fewer than the number of fingers on one hand. Even before IT, it wouldn’t have taxed my memory to list my contacts. For one thing, I’m retired. For another, I live on the Spectrum where time alone is golden.