I didn't get it because I was living a hikikomori lifestyle when the vaccine first became available. At this point, the severe cases are rare enough and the herd immunity where I live is high enough that it's not absolutely imperative. I also don't have the time to get the shot, and I would have to be boymoding to get it since I haven't legally changed my name yet. I promised myself after the stress of voting in 2020 that I would never go back to being a boymoder; it induces way too much extra dysphoria.
I did have a mild case of COVID last year, but my fever broke the night after I started showing symptoms, and the brain fog went away in a couple of days. The sore throat and the cough persisted for a while, so even when I was able to come back to work, I wore a mask because of the coughing.
I was pretty freaked out and scared because my brain is a bitch and because I slipped into involuntary age regression. My favorite person once said about me "I imagine you being ill is just like those kittens that are too smol to function, just mew and fall over", and that was essentially how I was, just crying, hugging my stuffies, and performing compulsions because again my brain is a bitch.