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The Facebook Debacle

Spoiler Alert: The Situation was Resolved Because of YOU!

happily-ever-after1Here’s how it ended.

To read the back story, which I wrote after 5 days (that later turned into nearly 5 weeks) scroll down.

In response to the Facebook lockout, my friend and web support Goddess, Shari, put together a petition on my behalf. Over 1,000 people signed it, and many hundreds added comments demanding that my account be reinstated, that I am who I say I am, and vouching for me.

Thank you!!!

After four weeks of being stonewalled, I sent certified mail copies of the petition and your nearly 500 comments of support to two of the Senior Vice Presidents that deal with publicity and marketing for Facebook. About a week later, I was reinstated with no comment. I am convinced that our petition (which I actually sent on two consecutive weeks) was the key factor in getting an actual human being to look at my ID and my case.

To everyone that helped — Thank you with all my heart. Although it cost me time, money, and sleepless nights (and even a few tears), it raised a number of important questions, including:

  • Just how important DO I want Facebook and social media to be in my life?
  • Is it really true that I have to knuckle under to their little kingdoms if I want to be successful with my practice?
  • How dependent have I become on “those little dopeamine bursts,” as the wonderful Alexandra Franzen describes those subtle thrills when we get “liked,” re-tweeted, and stroked in various ways by all our “friends?”
  • Pay attention to who is collecting your personal information, your words, your photos, your opinions, your demographics. And it’s without your direct knowledge or permission, other than what’s in the Terms of Agreement, and even legal eagles have trouble parsing out what it really means.
  • We may have become immune to the theft of our privacy and intellectual property, but that doesn’t make it okay. Especially if it gets taken away from you, or used by someone else you don’t agree with.
  • When we unite together, we can make a difference, even when dealing with a faceless bureaucracy that honestly does not care about individual people.
  • There ARE better alternatives. The new social media site, MeWe is built from the ground up on a business model that does not depend on users’ content, and has the best privacy practices — as in, award-winning! — in the business. Yes, it’s a bit quiet there, compared to the crazy of Facebook. But we can sure change that. Join me and take a big, deep, cleansing breath of integrity!

Once again, I can’t thank you all enough.
I’ll be working through these lessons for a while and will keep you posted.

The Back Story: Posted on Day 5 …


Which then turned into 5 weeks

June 27, 2015:

If you have had trouble getting to my personal page, or are being directed to screens that look like you are blocked, or that I have unfriended you, please know I HAVE NOT.


I have postponed going public with this, but I am spending way too many hours each day, trying to stay ahead of the disaster this is causing.

So I am now forced to give up hoping this will quietly sort itself out. Here’s what has happened:

On June 25, 2015, Facebook locked me out of my personal account (and therefore, ALL my pages). Every post I’ve made, in every group I belong to (or moderate) is erased.
I believe I was reported by someone with malicious intent.

Facebook has locked me out of my account, thanks to some unknown person(s) who informed them that Beth Owl’s Daughter is not my “real” name.

Was it because of my impassioned posts about the Charleston shooting? Because I am a Witch and Pagan? Because I have been candid about my feelings regarding certain sketchy acquaintances’ activities? Or was it just a trouble-making troll? Who knows?

Beth Owl’s Daughter

As you know, this is, in fact, the REAL name I go by in everyday use, by which all my friends, colleagues, and clients know me.

I truly don’t have another name to give them that my friends would have any clue who it was.

So, even though this is becoming an unbelievable train wreck for me, I am fighting with Facebook to have my account re-instated.

Their policy says:

“We ask everyone to use the name they go by in real life so friends know who they’re connecting with…
“If this is the name you use in your everyday life, we would like to work with you to verify the name that best represents your identity.”

I am fully complying with this. This is who I am in “real life.” I have sent them all the documentation they have said they will accept. Still waiting.

Despite almost five days [which then went on to be almost 5 weeks] of documenting, pleading, and posting, they are stalling and my account continues to be locked.

Meantime, I am So Sorry

thumbs downI apologize to all my friends, clients, and colleagues who think I turned my back in the middle of our conversations. Some of you have indicated you think I am ignoring you, or have blocked you, or unfriended you. I HAVE NOT.

But Facebook will not give me a chance to explain or defend myself.

So please feel free to share this. You are welcome to let others know about this stupid injustice.

A Cautionary Tale for You, Too

Naturally, I am seriously re-thinking my entire relationship with Facebook.

Maybe you should, too, since anyone, any time, can “report” you (whether it’s true or not!) and trash years of your work, your reputation, and your relationships. Good luck if your driver’s license doesn’t match the name that everyone knows you by — for whatever reasons you may have.

Thank you for your concern and patience.

And thank you for all your years of true friendship, not “friends” being dictated by Facebook, or anyone else.

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Thanks for stopping by, my friends. That’s where it is today. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

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And of course, there is the ironic “Like this on Facebook” message right here on the bottom of the page. Ironic because until they unlock my account, I’ll never know if you did or not.