I’ve been feeling increasingly anxious this weekend about our food security, amid continuing reports from friends of emptied supermarket shelves. Not just toilet paper this time, but necessities like fresh meat and vegetables.
So I went to have a look for myself, on the pretext of getting wine. Our local IGA was cleared out of meat and eggs. There was still some bread left and plenty of milk. I didn’t check for rice and pasta, as we don’t really eat that much of them and have plenty of supplies for now. Fruit and vegetables were plentiful, as was wine and chocolate.
I realised today that the recent events have triggered my childhood trauma of living in a country where food rationing, empty shelves and queuing for food (no matter what it was) was the norm. I am angry that this is happening in a wealthy country, where food supply is not the problem, but rather the demand driven by panic buying by the irrational few.
While I know that we, as a country, are unlikely to run out of food, the evidence before my eyes says otherwise. It is very hard to keep anxiety at bay, when all you see on Facebook and in real life are empty shelves.
I am angry at the people who are driving this madness. I am angry at the shops and the government who are not doing anything to stymie it. I am quietly hoping that it will eventually run its course and things will return to normal.
Even so, I’ve already told the kids that our next scheduled shop at Aldi will be an early morning one, so we can hopefully get everything we need.
I resent the fact that I have to do this, in a wealthy country in the West. This is absolutely crazy. My autistic brain and its black and white understanding of what is wrong and what is right can’t spare an inch of compassion for the panic buyers who are driving this madness.
How are you coping with the coronavirus panic? How are your anxiety levels? Do you have enough food? Have you had to get up early to get everything you need to feed your family?
Talk to me in the comments.