Self isolating is alarmingly easy when you are an introverted home-based worker. One thing is for sure, when this blows over I need to get my arse outside and join a book club or something, so little of my routine has changed, its scary. However, this unfortunately does not apply to work flow.
Can you be betrayed by your own body, if it is an intrinsic part of you? Can you personify a part of you to the point of alienation, enough so that it can endure your suffering for you? Suffering so deep to justify the segregation?
So, I have had a few 'coming out' moments in my life. Coming out as liberal in a conservative household, a tea drinker amongst coffee lovers, and of course the classic, coming out as gay. All of these things came so naturally to me, I was proud of them, and they helped shape my identity. Don't get me wrong, they were still terrifying moments, but ultimately these comings out, whether they be trivial or life changing, made me feel complete, more fully formed. Coming out as mentally ill was an entirely different kettle of fish.