In some ways, I think it will be much mentally tougher this summer and this fall (stay with me here)...
Right now, for most of it, there are virtually no options. We stay at home unless working, and we social distance the crap out of everything. It sucks, but the expectations are pretty straightforward. For now.
But what happens let's say in June, when governors start to loosen restrictions a bit? I feel like the real mental anguish will start.
Scenario 1: Your buddy Laura invites to you a cookout at her house in June. There will be 30-40 people there, of all ages, and you won't know 2/3 of them, and you have no idea about their health status, etc. It's a crap shoot. Do you go? It seems you start getting into utilitarian analysis re: the pleasure you might get from a few hours of eating and socializing in the sun versus the potential harm if even one person contracts the virus or spreads it to one other person. I mean, when you look at that "math," I'm not sure how I could convince myself to expose my wife and kids to that potential harm, but EVERYONE is going to want to go, so saying "no" to things once they "open up again" will start WWIII in many households. And hell, it could even ruin friendships if one friend thinks that it's now fine and expected to "hang out" some while the other thinks that non-essential contact with anyone is a ridiculous risk.
Scenario 2: Schools start back up in August, but there's no vaccine (there won't be), and kids will still be stuffed 25-30 students/per classroom. Only changes are widespread availability of hand sanitizer, more thorough cleanings of building, strict "stay home" orders at any sign of sickness. Would you send your kid? I mean, what analysis do you use? The old "Well, everyone else is doing it, so I guess we will" analysis? Would you be afraid of looking like a lunatic if you pulled your kids? Would pulling your kids mean you have to homeschool them? Do you just cross your fingers and tell yourself that they're young and things will probably be fine?"
Scenario 3: You find out that, by going to a totally unneeded activity, like a cookout or party, you unknowingly spread the virus to someone else, who later dies from it. How do you mentally or emotionally handle that? How do you ever forgive yourself, even if you didn't know you had the virus at the time? If you would have just stayed home, that person wouldn't have died.