This post seems to be the only way I can figure out to tell people about Facebook. I closed my account over a year ago. I can’t even remember when, it’s been so long! Recently, a friend mentioned that she had gotten a post from me at 3 am, what in the world was I doing up so late? Alarmed, I told her I hadn’t had a Facebook account in ages. She showed me, on her computer, the post. Of course, it was just a “Hey, look at this!” kind of scammy post, and when she clicked on it (just as she was supposed to do, seeing a post from a trusted friend!) it went to a link to ads, who knows what all, and I felt so terrible. Friends of mine apparently think I send out posts to get them to some ad place. Maybe they think I get paid to do that. I don’t know, don’t really care. What I’m FURIOUS about is that my account has been stolen for scamming purposes.
And I’m REALLY STEAMED that I am having absolutely no luck finding ANYONE at Facebook to correct this problem. Hey, maybe FACEBOOK gets paid to quietly steal accounts and profiles once they are closed. There is no customer service link, nowhere to go to get issues resolved. There is this forum thing for people with no account but none of the forum questions are answered (and the answers are apparently provided by other Facebook users, not actual Facebook staff.) And another place that wants a government ID to process your question. Yeah, like I am going to post more info to Facebook.
If ANYONE has any experience with this, has a suggestion, or a secret Facebook customer service link or number, please let me know.
I actually opened a new account (with NO INFO on it) to try to get answers from another help link. I think the “no account” link just lets people post questions to make them feel better. And mine wouldn’t even post, so I think the “no account” option is another scam.
I’m so angry I can hardly write. I did everything I was supposed to do when I closed the account, so this is a shock to me. If any of you have received Facebook posts from me, I’m sorry, please let me know. Again, any suggestions are appreciated.
I’m reestablishing my life. Internet, TV, phone-all connected. My cats (especially Max) were initially alarmed at the TV-“who’s that? Where are they? What the hell is going on in the strange flat box thing?” After an hour or so of slinking and staring they settled down in my chair with me and napped. They accept what is, these two. And my Max seems to think if Mama’s OK with it, he should be too. So they wriggled in on either side of my legs in the easy chair and slept while I watched a movie and caught up on the news. Of course, once they settled down I couldn’t move, but that’s OK.
I am doing research for a couple of writing projects so I’m glad to have access to the world again. And I’m back to 60+ hour work weeks so my writing projects are going slowly. My thinking is to work as much I can until the really bad winter weather. I think last year was an anomaly, ice and snow are on the way again. If I can work a LOT and put a little money away, I can work on art and writing on the days I can’t get out to work. I’m also trying to make myself get up and write for a specific time every day. My weekly job at the nursing home puts me getting home after 11, and I read for a while before I can get to sleep. It’s tempting to sleep late, but I absolutely despise waking up with only an hour or two before work. I’m too tired to do much when I get home. I can read any time, but writing when I’m really tired hasn’t been working. I’ll try it again, but mainly I want to lose myself in an alternate reality after I’ve spent 8 hours at the nursing home. My feet have healed up and boy am I testing them! So far, the adjustment back to working in a nursing home has been painful. I said I’d never go back, but I’m trying to stay close to home and there isn’t a hospital in Mars Hill. I am wary of private duty, because you never know when it will end. Still, if I could find something close to home I would leave the nursing home. I haven’t done much that is more depressing and sad than working in a nursing home. It reaffirms my decision to NEVER do this. I won’t be dependent, I won’t live the last years of my life being wheeled around because I can’t walk, fed because I can’t hold a fork, diapered because I can’t get myself to the bathroom. It’s not life and I won’t live it.
Being injured also emphasized that my decision is right for me. I knew I would get better, I knew what the injury was and how to treat it. But getting there, from injured to healthy, was painfully slow and I was afraid every day I’d done something permanent. I could not live with that powerless feeling as a way of life. I won’t. I don’t want to be at the nursing home, and if I find something else I’ll leave, but in the meantime I’m using it to shine the light of gratitude on my life. I’m healthy, I’m sane, I’m independent, I’m as free as I can be as a human being.