Perhaps this headline is inaccurate. I do have one public social media account - an instagram that I barely use. I had intended on populating it, but the longer it has existed, and the more Instagram pesters me via notifications regarding their features, the less likely I have become to actually use it. I don't see this changing.
It goes like this: I used to have public Facebook, and microblogging via Twitter. I don't now. This has led to many folks trying to access my personal Facebook and Instagram accounts with little luck. In a more innocent time, I may have accepted their friend requests, but nowadays, not so much. It's nothing against them, it's more the desire for peace and sanctuary.
For me, deleting my Twitter account came to a head nearly three years ago. I was on holiday, for the first time in ages, and following six lockdowns, and I found myself sitting in the Arctic Circle with the aurora going on over my head, stressing about something playing out on that platform. It was actually making me physically ill - because of my stress, I was being hit by waves of nausea and panic. So I signed out of the account then and there, deleted the app, and never signed in again.
The person who caused this trigger event was not responsible for me leaving the platform. They were simply an aggrieved person acting out in what was a long list of Twitter events. Twitter lent itself to performative callout culture being mistaken as "taking action". I myself had contributed to that on many occasions. Yet the problem was, during the six lockdowns in Melbourne, it also became a bit of an outside lifeline for me. Isolated from the world, and feeling like I was in an abusive relationship with the state government, I (like many others) turned to the platforms to maintain connection. This connection was often superficial, and the longer it went on, the less it did to stop my descent into deep depression such as I had not experienced for fifteen years. I was not in a good spot at all, but it took for me to be somewhere else trying to enjoy life to finally realise this and take action.
There's an additional part to this. At roughly the same time, I became a political candidate. What's more, despite my having little chance of winning in the safe seat I ran in as an actual local, I was targeted by a bunch of hacks who were seemingly unaware of their latent racism. As such, my public social media spaces became a place where my words were twisted for memes, and my mental health was of no great importance to those looking to score points in their peanut gallery. What started as an action to promote democracy in my local area turned into a time period where suicide ideation became a reality. What's more, I was completely unequipped to deal with my own mental health issues, so they consumed me, and those close to me. When the election was finally over, and I had the opportunity to resume a private life, I took it.
Social media was responsible for me having a side gig as a commentator in the first place, but it is not going to be a part of my future. The longer I was on it, and the more I saw those of us who are not white cis men being targeted for being uppity enough to take back some space, the more futile I felt it was. My words have the same right to be out there without personal harassment as the words of those white dudes, existing in the spaces to be considered by the readers. I, and any other commentator from a similarly marginalised perspective, should not have to put up with the shit we do for simply existing.
So yes, I will not be returning to public social media any time soon, though I continue to write, and commentate. I will leave that for those who still have the will for it and get something out of it. For those still interested in what I have to say, check out my Linktree for updated article listings. Also, keep an eye out - ideas are brewing and all this family history research I have been doing potentially serves another purpose.
Peace, and for those still holding on in those toxic online spaces, I salute you. You are made from tougher stuff than I.
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