Being disabled comes in all kinds of forms. There are those born with issues that prevents them from doing the things that others without that issue can do. Then there are people that develop problems along the way of life, such as blindness, illness, mobility, the list is endless. And then there is being disabled from social media. In particular, Facebook.
Sometime on Wednesday, my personal Facebook account was disabled by Facebook. This came as a surprise to me. I'm the one who posts about our animals on the homestead, my garden, Cassidy, my Great Pyrenees, travels, all the soapy goodness coming out of our business, well, you get the drift. What I don't typically talk about are politics, religion, and the government agenda of the day, you know, the 'hot' topics. While I definitely have my own views and convictions, I've hardly used Facebook as my soapbox. Yes, on occasion, but not very often. I want it to be a happy place for me and my followers.
While I am missing what's going on in the world of Facebook from a personal level, the part that is having me climb a wall is not having access to our business page and all the groups I belong to, one of which is part of a paid business subscription, which is where I tend to hang out the most. I have no access to Messenger. So in essence, I'm cut off.
One thing I've learned in all of this is that Facebook has totally integrated into our lives. If you use Facebook at any level, especially if you're on it every day, once it's ripped from you, stand back and watch the convulsions begin. No kidding. I admit. I'm addicted to it and not in ways that most think. I rely on it to stay connected to my customers. I rely on it to meet with my business peeps. I rely on it to exchange information in certain groups that I have formed for different reasons. I rely on it to find answers to particular questions. These are the connections I crave! Never mind my personal news feed. It's become junked up with re-postings of memes and advertising. It's difficult to find the real things I want to see. I spend a great deal of time scrolling on my personal feed. I might not miss that so much. But this other. Yes. Most definitely.
I've been going through the Facebook protocol and channels they provide, which is very limited. I've started the appeal (5 times) and I have yet to hear from them. I know it's only been 2 days, but it's the longest two days I've endured in a long time. I'm surprised it's taking them so long to respond to my pleas. Something. Give me something! Not just your canned auto-respond email saying you received my request. Great. Now do something about it. This is all a huge mistake. Let's fix it and move on.
What would life be like if I don't get my account back? I don't know. My first inkling would be to try to set up another account. My fears with that is not being able to rebuild the Blossom's Barn page without messing with the name. And then there's all my groups. In a way, it could be cleansing. Get rid of the people you aren't really connecting with anyway but are too kind to delete. I could move my shtick to another platform, say Instagram. I'm already there by the way, I'm just not rocking it like I should. Or Pinterest. All of these have their challenges, such as learning how to totally work them for the sake of business. I just dabble in them for now, but that tune may change here real quick.
I'll admit it's pretty strange not sitting on Facebook several times a day. Wow, just think of all the time I get back if I don't have an account any longer. Hmmmm....