We are in the midst of a grand shift in how social media is managed, used and perceived. Personally, I've had to make the hard shift to drop an account permanently due to how impossible it is to use it fully. Plagued by repeated bannings, it's clear that the account is monitored by robots and everything is open to scrutiny and banning. I never wanted my voice to be so heard by so many. The over exposure of most social media doesn't allow for any kind of metered privacy without closing yourself off to the entire world. I'm also not seeking to be so closed. However, being so accessible also means that we are also drawing in some of the energy we absolutely don't want. Recently, someone wished my beautiful farm a panther. The implications of all encased in that wish was all it took for me to hit the "block" button on every platform I was connected to that individual. Social media if nothing else, reveals the true state of the heart. And residing inside someone else's dark little heart was a panther for my beautiful bird farm. How atrocious. Nobody needs that in their field of vision ever. But, thanks for showing me so openly what you think of my life's work. Lately, the reasons for losing me are becoming more esoteric. Before it was misogeny, racism and ableism. I've noticed though that the abelists are also hiding out as the caring carers of the caregiver world. Abelism is so toxic and so lethal to the medical community. Anyone that hints of "I'm better than you because I can do things" is immediately dismissed. I don't actually wish to be dismissive. But the idea that anyone is better than someone else simply because they aren't "sick" is just disgusting. The status of the heart shows the intention towards giving life or celebrating death. "I never wanted my voice to be so heard."The other thing that grabs me hard is the abusive chronically ill. Not all patients are rosy, sweet and rays of motherfucking sunshine. Some are real pitas. I don't akin to being a pita when someone is trying to help you. I don't meet patients alone, ever. Everyone is pre-screened and should a patient begin exhibiting abusive tendencies, care can be immediately terminated. Caregiving doesn't go on forever. It's a season. As my season winds and I open my front door less and less it becomes apparent that for social media, the time and the season for such an account has passed. I don't regret my time on social media. I made a lot of great friends that either have already followed me/us off platform to other platforms. We've exchanged phone numbers, we text, we email and we even play games from time to time. We keep finding each other everywhere. So, we go. When the time comes that we're done logging in where you once found us, know that if you keep looking... you'll find us again. We really haven't gone anywhere. Just because someone can't see us doesn't mean we disappeared.
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AuthorMarihemp is presently owner/baker/farmer at Cloverleaf Farms in Door County, Wisconsin. Archives
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