An Autistic Return to Facebook

On Saturday I took the plunge and created a new Facebook account. I could have re-activated the old one, but I am seeking a new experience.

Before doing this, I reached out to two trusted sources for opinions on matters like this. They both agreed that it would be “good practice” to get back on.

The idea here is for me to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.


After creating the profile, I realized that I have lots of mortal enemies who needed blocking. They far outweigh the number of people with whom I might get along, so this took quite a while. Some of these people are rather violent, and I don’t want to leave that door open for them.

Then the question arose regarding who I would be adding. This list was nearly impossible to generate, so I approached it by listing out the people I would not be adding.

This non-add list included people I know from high school, college, or past jobs. If I do not recall interacting with them, then I remove them from my mental list.

Another “no add” criteria was with the people whose posts are either political or religious. It is sad, but people who are trapped in this mindset have nothing of value to say to anyone, so I removed them.

Yet another “no add” criteria was those who have hundreds or even thousands of friends. They are collectors who throw things out to the world. I did make a few exceptions for friends who are famous. They can’t help it. Besides, we do talk on the phone, so FB isn’t the most important connection point for us.

There were other criteria, but I won’t belabor the point. Eventually, I ended up with a list of about 30 people.

After that, I joined a few groups. These groups are related to things like the Commodore 64 or drumming. Added a few photos, posted something, and then let it be.


How did it go?

So far, it’s more than a little scary. A few people noticed that I was gone and gave me a decent welcome. I actually had a few interactions that were positive, although I was in a state of panic the entire time.

Most people didn’t know that I was gone.

The majority of the people I added just accepted my friend request and then moved on. They said nothing. No questions about why I deleted my profile or where I’d been.

It’s as if they have come to expect this from me.

Truth be told, I am a deleter. I will post something, lose confidence in it, and then remove it.

They know.


IN THE END
I don’t know if this will stick. I’m also debating on whether or not I should be “be myself.” I’m also concerned about how much information I post online, as I don’t want a crazy Narcissist to learn it and figure out how to mess with me.

Will I get some good “social practice” out of this, raising myself back up to the status of “terrified to go outside or speak to anyone” again? Will it serve me well in any capacity?

Time will tell.

Published by DrumWild

Writing about drums, music, and philosophy.

2 thoughts on “An Autistic Return to Facebook

  1. I deleted my facebook account a couple of years ago after realizing so many of my friends and acquaintances were true assholes and racist. What kind of kit is that in the photo. I’ve played since I was 10. Mostly old school classic metal, grunge, punk, and hard rock. I even done a couple of stints in some country bands and funk as well.

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    1. That seems to be the case for many, although there are a few sane ones there. The drum kit in this picture is a Gretsch Catalina Sunburst. Drumming is a blast, and I miss it. The drums are on a stand in storage mode, since I don’t have a place to cut loose at the moment.

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