Covid-19? Who cares?

I’m sharing an article today. I hope you’ll read it after you read what I’ve written here.  It’s about a real thing that is happening to people across the country these days. 

I see my FB (Facebook) friends, people I’ve either known for decades online, or who are IRL (in real life) friends, and they’re going out to restaurants and concerts and family gatherings, with their friends and families, snuggling babies, hugging grandmas and itinerate musicians who have been hugging people all over the country.

What are you thinking, my Friends?

I totally GET how lonely life is now. My damned cat, Kevin, is so lonely he’s driving the two of us nuts. He wants company, damn it! MOW!

Our CAT is lonely.

Maybe I bought into “the coronavirus hoax” early because in March, at the beginning of all this, a childhood friend’s two parents died of Covid-19, two weeks apart, in a small town where you wouldn’t expect the virus to even have reached at that point. Then she and her husband got it. My friend got her positive result the day her mother died. They couldn’t have funerals or be together with their families and their many, many friends to grieve. It broke my heart. I can’t imagine what it was like for them. They’re strong people, they’re doing well. But, damn. I lost my parents under difficult circumstances. My in-laws died a month apart at the winter holidays. You don’t just magically recover from that even in a normal year.

It really hit home how real this is, right from the beginning. I never felt deprived by having to reduce my social window.  Sure, I miss going to restaurants, and out for random shopping. I miss my kids in other states like hell. Seeing my renewed, crisp passport unused like a naïve virgin makes me sigh. And, I admit, I’m content to stay at home in my cute little house with all these cats and my husband. So, I’m not as lonely as my social butterfly friends. I get that.

But I know 3 people who have died, and I’ve lost count of how many friends and family I know who have been sick. Some are waiting for test results now, including me. (I think I’m just doing my usual sinus and ear infection nonsense, I don’t think I have it. I was tested about 6 weeks ago with the same symptoms. But I can’t be sure I don’t have it. So, I wait inside my house.) Some have recovered and returned to their normal Covid lives. Some got severely ill and thought they were going to die. Others weren’t very sick at all.

My sister’s doctor told her, it’s not a matter of if we get it, but when. Okay. But do you want your Grandmother to get it from you because you went to a party last weekend? How about your favorite overweight uncle with Diabetes? We know masks help reduce the spread, even if they can’t 100% prevent it. We know that socially distancing helps. It won’t make you less Patriotic, or weak, or even less popular. It will just give you an edge on the whole staying alive and healthy thing. It will make you look responsible. And it will help make you less likely to give it to someone else. Someone who might not recover easily or at all. Someone who might carry the coronavirus’s biological residue for the rest of their lives. Someone who might give it to their newborn grandchild or their 90-year-old Grandma who is still living on her own and doing great… so far. (A 100-year-old friend died of Covid.) That’s not how your Grandma wants her ticket to be written, trust me.

One ticket: Coronavirus from beloved grandchild that went to a concert because she was so sick of being cooped up and then came to visit.

I have a Facebook group called Look for The Helpers Everywhere. On that group, I’m known as Aunt Kellie. I love my group, and I love the people that come there to share their positive outlooks and humor. When I offer advice there, either as a bossy Admin or as a loving friend, I ask them to listen to Aunt Kellie.  And I’m asking you to do that right now. 

Listen to Aunt Kellie.

Wear your mask. Socially distance. Isolate if you have symptoms, because you don’t want someone you love, or even someone you can barely tolerate, to die because you got bored and lonely. Yes, I know your cousin from Toledo got Covid-19 and recovered just fine… I’ve got a dozen family members and friends now who have had it and recovered. But 210,000 people in the US were not that lucky. I knew 3 of those that died.

It’s not a matter of if you know someone who died of Covid. It’s a matter of when someone you know dies of Covid.

I don’t want you to join that group. I would LOVE for you to join my Look For The Helpers Everywhere Group. Tell me I sent you:

Look For The Helpers Everywhere

And here’s the article I would like for you to read.

What are we so afraid of?

And Children? Aunt Kellie loves you.

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Kellie Snider, MS

When I was a young child, my father, my grandmother, an uncle, and a teacher noticed and complimented my talent and interest in drawing. My family didn’t know how to help me make a career in art, but they made sure I knew that my art was a good thing. I was fortunate to grow up in a time when the arts were still considered an essential part of a well-rounded education. I had a very good art teacher in elementary school, and I was able to continue studying art throughout middle school and high school. I even ventured a couple of years of college-level art study.

My education in art did not include the business of art, so I went off and got a traditional job as a draftsman, the kind that drew with pencils and templates on sheets of vellum, spread across massive desks. (I always named my desks Carlisle.) I worked for an oil company, a shipyard, a power company, and for NASA’s Johnson Space Center TV Department. I was there during some pivotal moments in space history. I also met the man I would marry. I stayed home to raise our kids for a few years, and while doing that I worked as a freelance writer and did some freelance art as well. But then I got a deep interest in animal behavior thanks to an aggressive cockatoo we had, got an advanced degree in behavior analysis and launched a career in animal welfare. That career lasted nearly 15 years, and it nearly did me in. The burnout and compassion fatigue was overwhelming.

When I was laid off from a director’s position in animal welfare during Covid Times, I began to paint to help ground myself. People began to show an interest in my painting and I got many requests for commissions. That was when I realized that I could learn the business side of art and be a real live artist full time.

I have never been happier in my professional life. I wake up every day, have a lovely cup of tea with breakfast, and head to my studio. My days are rich and peaceful. I’ve come home for good.as trained as a behavior analyst, but I am what Barbara Sher called a Scanner. I'm interested in a lot of different things, and once I learn a lot about them I'm ready to learn something new. But all the things involve somebody's behavior. This blog is about how behavior and different activities intersect.

Constructional Approaches will be discussed a lot.