What would happen in the old people's homes and everywhere where people with disabilities and the very sick were cared for after this "state of emergency" was declared, I already imagined in the first four weeks. It is not difficult to imagine these scenarios of neglect and that the caregivers and directors of such institutions, fearing for their own lives, would neglect the one that everyone was supposedly so concerned about. Just think of the choice of words "to protect the old and the weak". It is one thing to frighten whole nations, one can try, but that it then happened, due to punitive legislation, and people henceforth did not know how to distinguish what they were more afraid of, the long arm of the law, exclusion in their professions or fear of contagion, was obvious. All those who let themselves be overtaken by panic and thought they had to be stricter than the Pope let their responsibilities slip and as a result those who were least able to take care of themselves were left alone: again, the old and the sick etc.
Some managers of old people's homes did not go along with this and did everything humanly possible for their residents, including letting relatives enter their relatives' rooms where there were any. They had to put up with all kinds of insults, such as murderers and Nazis, etc. How many people who thought the measures were excessive and this became public lost their jobs through denunciation, I don't know, but there were some who would have been better off staying in their positions.
How cynical the images of the dancing nurses on the deserted wards in the hospitals must have seemed to those who saw their parents, for example, criminally neglected, as in your case. That is very hard to bear, I would say, and you have my sympathy for that.
In my circle of acquaintances, those who clapped at the windows in the evenings were those who had isolated themselves the most and, out of fear, placed themselves in the hands of the state, which would "fix it". I followed, repulsed, the "hunters of justice" on their forays outside on the meadows and toboggan runs, where parents welcomed winter with their children unmasked. Their gloating over "caught violators" gave ample indication of how much they felt legitimised by the state to play the police. I saw masked policemen dressed in full gear, eight of them gathered around a homeless man and harassed him. In my city, entire parks were closed and entire streets were mandated with masks.
Did you follow the early witnesses from hospitals, like some of the nurses who cried over the treatment of the patients, in particular those, who were given ventilators and died from being ventilated way too heavily and even in no need for ventilation?
Oh well, I don't want to go into this again. You cannot undo what happened. You are right, we all need some space and to heal what wounds we have.
I don't think that "the next pandemic" shall even be declared.