For Those Finding It Difficult

You have my compassion.
Several months have passed since the start of the pandemic, and in the wake of recently popular little conventions called 'social distancing' and 'quarantine' that have done nothing but impove my life, I've finally become aware that certain people are suffering. I regret not having noticed this before.
I have a relative to thank for my budding awareness. This past week, this relative informed me that she's been absolutely miserable having to stay home nearly all the time, and has gained weight, which made her feel worse. Since none of the recent developments really changed my life all that much, I neglected to consider that not a small segment of the population finds hellish an existence that I find quite heavenly. I dare say that, for these people, being kept in during this stage of the pandemic might even cause a degree of agony similar to that I experience when forced to spend extended periods in human company.
When university classes were put online it was revealed to me that many of the students are so thrilled to get any sort of contact--messages through the university servers, email from the teachers--that they just about jump to reply, and can't wait to get onto to video conferencing system. For me it's merely less taxing than face-to-face interaction. It's a win all around, in this case.
So I have to wonder what extraverted types are doing to alleviate the pressure. I still see people in restaurants, sometimes, when I pass by them on my bicycle. I spend a lot of time in my garden. Sometimes neighbours stop by and have a chat over the picket fence. This is enough. I know for some people it isn't enough. For these people, I can only hope that they find some method to avoid going completely bonkers before this whole madness dies down.
I wish I had something to recommend, but it's such a different psychological landscape from my own that I couldn't begin to fathom what would work.