I took FB off of my phone. I can still log on through my browser but it is much more difficult so I don’t do it often. Also the notifications don’t happen so I’m not sucked into it.
My 6 year old (next week 
) is just barely into Legos but my neighbor gave me a huge tote of Legos that her son outgrew!!
Nice! I wish I had the room for that, I have to go vertical instead of horizontal.
Yes, I took the icon off the desktop and turned off notifications. I gave my husband full access (he checks it once and a while) and he tells me if there is anything worth noting.
I’m too busy on keto forums to go on fb anymore
Facebook is the devil. I start to wonder about my old friends on there what is wrong with them. Chronic oversharing like a diary and false image of what their life is like. Social comparison makes people more depressed. Not to mention facebook conducts psychological experiments on the users.
I really hated Facebook’s sponsored posts and the “people you may know” stuff that would show up. The final straw was suggesting as a friend some complete stranger dude who was all but naked with one hand shoved into his undies. I don’t know what in their logarithm decided I was looking for a gay rent boy (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) but for someone who put Janis Ian on an extended time out for posting a cartoon with nipples, the irony made my jaw drop. I screen captured it and posted it on Zuckerberg’s page with a pointed WTF??? Then I deleted my account.
The Janis Ian cartoon was quite funny. Google “Beauty fades but implants last forever,” unless cartoon nipples would offend you. I won’t link it.
Speaking of legos, I got my sister the kit for the capitol building for Christmas. She had a ball. I got a different brand for her of the Taj Mahal. The only disappointing thing was they didn’t take as long for her to put together as we had hoped.
I would love to donate blood but I am permanently disqualified because I lived in England in the 80s when we had mad cow disease. Ever since then they have not been interested in my blood.
Moooooooooo… 
I’m not allowed to either, because when I was sixteen I was attacked by a 26 year old man who held me down and injected cocktails of drugs into me… obviously I had every possible medical check after that and thankfully was all clear on everything (aside from the emotional trauma that is still an issue decades later), but I’m banned from ever giving blood as a result. They’ll happily accept my organs when I die though. Double standards eh.
Horrific, Allie. Wishing you continued recovery and healing! 
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation - and that is an act of political warfare.”
~ Ms. Audre Lorde
I hope that things are going reasonably well for you now Alie, and the trauma becomes more distant.
It was a long time ago, 26 years, but the events of that six week period (it wasn’t a one off incident) have never been dealt with because the trauma and details are too massive for me to revisit - I still cannot actually say his name out loud. But I’ve still moved on and life is mostly good
I went off FB 2 years ago because of all the political BS from both sides! COULD NOT STAND IT!
Haven’t been back since.