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When Instagram banned me for a week I realised I was an “Instaddict”.

When Instagram banned me for a week I realised I was an “Instaddict”.

If you’ve arrived here from “Are Instagram Engagement Groups a Good Idea?” then you’ll know exactly how I received a week-long ban on Instagram. If you haven’t, head over there now to get the low-down, and then come back to read on!

I had never considered myself to have an ‘addictive personality’ (if such a thing even exists), and certainly never thought I could get addicted to social media. I am forty years old for goodness sake; people my age don’t get hooked on such new-fangled things; we grew up without mobile phones or computers, so surely we are above the modern dilemmas that afflict the misguided youth of today? Alcohol, fags and chocolate yes, but Instagram likes? Nooooo.

Well no surprises here (thanks to the title of this blog), but I was wrong. And like any other addiction, mine crept up on me without me even realising. Also like any other addiction, I had convinced myself it was not an addiction without even having considered that it might be. Believe it or not, I had justified the compulsion to spend most of my day glued to my Instagram account by calling it ‘my job‘. Ok, some people really do earn a proper living out of being an Instagrammer, but I am most definitely not one of them (yet). However, because I was diligently trying to give Instagram a go as a potential revenue stream, I was able to fool myself into believing that I was ‘dedicated and determined’, rather than out and out addicted.

Eventually, the only thing that made me realise that I was in fact, well and truly hooked, was the week-long ban that Instagram gave me, about eight months after I had embarked on the engagement-gathering journey which culminated in what quite clearly became an obsession. Although never explicitly stated, the ban was 99.9% likely to have been served as a punishment for all the ‘illegal’ engagement activity I was indulging in through engagement groups and hashtags. Again, if you’ve read “Are Instagram Engagement Groups a Good Idea?”, then you’ll know that I had built up an all-consuming habit of what’s known as ‘contrived’ or ‘reciprocal’ engagement’, which had all but taken over my life without me even noticing.

So just how bad had my Instagram engagement habit become, before the ban? By the end, this was a typical day for me:

  • I’d wake up super early in the morning, say around 5am, to begin ‘catching up’ on my engagement obligations. I’d enter each of the twelve group chats in my Instagram DMs and catch up on all the posts that had been ‘dropped’ there since I last looked. By ‘catching up’, I mean I would like, save and comment on each, before moving onto the next. Each group had up to thirty-two people in it, posting up to three pieces of content per day, so there was a lot to do.
  • Once I’d caught up on that, and if my toddler still hadn’t woken up, I’d make a start on catching up on the thirteenth group that I was part of; a Whatsapp group where people dropped their posts in order to receive likes and saves on the gram. This would be particularly time-consuming as the Whatsapp group had hundreds of members.
  • Then, over breakfast, while my toddler was in his high-chair eating his porridge, I’d sit and hurriedly catch up on any posts in the chat messages that I’d missed, and then make a start on catching up on the engagement hashtags. This is quite another thing, and I’ll post a blog on this soon too, but essentially, an engagement hashtag is a tag created by an Instagram engagement group, that you put amongst your other hashtags in order to get your post into a grid where everyone else using that tag is obliged to like your post, in return for you liking theirs. The rule is that you need to catch up on all the content posted in the twenty-four hours before you drop yours, which, in the more popular groups, is a HUGE amount of liking, and can typically take up to an hour of continuous liking per tag to complete!
  • Once I’d caught up on all the likes for the various engagement hashtags I was using, I could FINALLY post my own content. Often this would have to be done on-the-go, as by this time, my long-suffering toddler would be desperate for some engagement of his own, and I would most likely be on the way to the park with him or on a walk around the block. Once I’d posted, I would systematically send my post to all my groups so that I could receive my well-deserved engagement in return.
  • I would then check in regularly throughout the day to watch my likes and saves skyrocket, and to read the many comments that would come flooding in on my new post, liking each comment that was made to show my appreciation.
  • In between playing with/feeding/teaching my son, I would drop into Instagram whenever I could and catch up on the odd post to try and reduce the workload that would otherwise inevitably mount up for later in the evening once my son had gone to bed.
  • If I was in need of new content, and if I had time while my son napped, I’d shoot something new for my grid, edit it, and/or write a blog post.
  • Come the evening, once he’d fallen asleep, or while Rob was putting him to bed, I would embark on the mammoth task of getting the second half of the bulk of my catching-up done. Again, every chat group would be visited, and all the posts engaged on, and then the engagement hashtags would have to be trawled through again in order to get up-to-date. At the height of my addiction, I’d post some content again in the evening, and send that to all the engagement groups in order to receive the obligatory likes, comments and saves. If Rob tried to engage me in conversation during these periods, the most he’d get back as a response would be a grunt!
  • Often, I’d fall asleep on the sofa, but on waking, I would frequently do a little bit more catching up again in bed before turning off the light and finally going to sleep properly.
  • On (thankfully) rare occasions, if I woke during the night due to pregnancy insomnia or needing the loo, I’d switch on my phone and do some more catching up, feeling proud of myself for getting on top of it all before morning!
  • Come 5am, the cycle would start again.

Now all this, while alarming to read in black and white, could at a push, still be argued away as being necessary work in the early stages of building up an Instagram account, in order to gain traction, get a bigger reach on your posts, and win followers. But without a real plan in place of how I was going to get out of this cycle or switch my account to organic growth (rather than contrived growth) at any specific point in time, all this activity was little more than an addiction or an obsession, with no viable end in sight.

While I’d been told anecdotally that increasing your reach in this way was essential for the Instagram algorithm to pick you up and boost you as a ‘popular’ user (and therefore put your posts on the Explore page, and at the top of people’s feeds), there was no actual proof, and we were all just stabbing in the dark as to how or what was the best way to grow your account and get more genuine, interested followers.

Throughout all of this, I did have a vague notion that it was all starting to get a tad unhealthy. My Insta-workload was overwhelming but compelling, draining but imperative. Rob would joke that I spent all my time glued to my phone. My loose plan was to stop it all when I’d reached 10,000 followers, and I had set a goal to reach 5000 by Christmas 2020 (which I achieved), and 10,000 by the time my second baby was due (early April 2021), and I was hell-bent on getting there. If I needed to do all this ‘work’ to reach it, then I was damn well going to do it!

However, without being forced to stop, was I really going to be able to give up all those likes and comments that I had become so accustomed to? Unlikely, because what I hadn’t realised, was that as opposed to it being purely ‘a job’, I had actually come to totally rely on the constant drip-feed of interaction and approval that all these positive comments and ‘likes’ were giving me, despite the fact that I knew that they were not motivated by the quality of my posts but by —on pain of death— the obligation to reciprocate the engagement they’d received in return! Somehow, although I knew they weren’t entirely genuine, these daily affirmations had become my raison d’être, especially during what was otherwise a lonely groundhog day of a life in the dragging Covid-19 lockdown.

Eventually the choice was taken from me, and Instagram served me my (probably well-deserved) ban. I was unable to post, unable to like, unable to comment. At first I was incredibly annoyed, defeated by the restriction that meant all my ‘progress’ would be paused, if not reversed. But then I started to see it as a welcome relief, a chance to have a breather and not have to sit there, staring at my phone for the best part of every day, liking pictures I didn’t really care about.

I messaged all my groups to let them know what had happened, and then, after a day of still feeling the need to check in and look at my feed and stories, I decided to delete the app from my phone entirely, so that I wouldn’t be tempted to try and like anything, or comment on something on auto-pilot. At first this was motivated by the (again, anecdotal) advice I’d been given that going completely cold turkey would be the safest way to clear my ‘cache’ of bad behaviour and avoid another ban as soon as this one was lifted, but then, once I’d thought about it, I realised deep down that a total break from the app would actually be a good thing for me as well.

And like any addiction, stopping had its withdrawal symptoms. I felt like I’d lost a right arm; the daily chore that filled my time had gone and I had nothing mind-numbing to sit and do for hours on end. The constant ‘well done’ was gone too; there was no one to tell me what I’d written or shot or assembled was ‘great’, no one to agree with my ramblings, and I had to live with real life instead of the make-believe of social media. I found myself wondering if things would fall apart, or whether people would fret about where I was, or if the engagement group I had started myself would descend into chaos. The one solitary week that I was banned seemed to last FOREVER, and I went through a myriad of emotions, ranging from sadness to worry to anger to ambivalence.

As the week went on however, I went from feeling like I’d lost my arm to feeling like I didn’t want it back. The addiction that had developed so quickly seemed to dissipate just as fast, and I realised that I couldn’t actually bear the thought of going back to being a slave to all the obligatory engagement I’d wrapped myself up in once again. When the ban was lifted, I knew what I had to do. I messaged all but three of the groups I was a part of to tell them that I was leaving. And with that, I deleted every single one, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The crazy thing is, we refer to it as ‘just social media’, but it’s anything but ‘just’. It can be all-consuming and overwhelming; more so than real life socialising ever was, and the really surprisingly thing is how fast it can happen. Leaving all those groups didn’t feel like ‘just’ social media; it felt like a massive thing for me to do, and I still wonder sometimes, when I look at the comparatively measly number of likes and comments I now get, if I was right to walk away.

Underneath it all, I know I was, because now I am forced to find ways to grow my engagement organically, which ultimately will lead to a more permanent, genuinely interested audience for my content, and any content I post on behalf of my sponsors. It also means that I am not relying on less-than-genuine approval to feel good about myself, which, let’s face it, is the root of all addictions we face today.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this topic, and whether you too have come to the realisation that you are addicted to the gram! If you like what you’ve read, and would like to keep up to date with the content I post, please subscribe and follow me on Instagram (and yes, I am all too aware of the irony of this call-to-action!).

Thanks for reading!

Freya

NOT AN AD. Just a review. 42. The best birthday in 3 years, by far! I took the kids to see the immersive Shrek experience on Southbank in the morning, then, once they were tired out, I took them to @corinthialondon, my fave hotel, and sat in their main lobby for 40 mins to have what seemed like the best glass of white wine I've ever tasted, in TOTAL UTTER PEACE, while baby slept in her pram and Odhrán sat as silent as a mouse and drank a glass of orange juice that cost probably as much as our mortgage repayment (but which as worth it for the silence) and watched Shrek dubbed in Spanish on my phone. IT WAS BLISS. The ever-evolving lion tattoo picture! I started this picture when I was pregnant with Odhrán (in 2019) as part of my Blessing Way, which is sort of a "conscious baby shower"). It started as a lioness with a cub, and I created it as an activity that I could do with the women at my Blessing Way to bring us all together (the women coloured that versión of it in for me). Then, when I was expecting Éabha-Margaret, I decided to start over, making a composition that included two babies and a dad, so Rob didn't feel left out! (I doubt he cared 😂🤣). It was a great distraction during the long wait in hospital to be induced, and it's taken me the best part of a year to finish! It's now hanging on my bedroom wall. THIS IS NOT AN AD. I am just a paying punter, but I'm over the moon and wanted to share in case your babe is suffering from eczema or contact dermatitis. So here we are after our bath, happy that bub's rash is clearing up, thanks to @aveenobabyukire bath soak and emollient cream.  Scroll for improvement, and I've also saved the story in my "Eczema Relief" highlight. My charity shop @newlook prairie dress in full frollick mode with the children in a freshly mowed gated London park. And here it is, my latest blog post! Seven tips on how to manage labour pain. LINK IN BIO! Can pain be positive? Éabha-Margaret is 10 months old now. I can't believe how fast it has gone. Just in the last few weeks she has learnt to stand up, walk with a push-along walker and climb an entire flight of stairs. She sleeps independently and is weaned off night feeds. In just two short months she will be 1. I can't believe it! 😍❤️ Work mode.
Author The Amateur ParentsPosted on February 13, 2021February 13, 2021Tags addict, addiction, algorithm, engagement groups, engagement hashtag, engagement pod, featured, gain more followers, gain more likes, genuine followers, grow your instagram account, instaddict, instagram addiction, instagram dependence, instagram feed, instagram likes, popular post, social media addict, social media dependenceLeave a comment on When Instagram banned me for a week I realised I was an “Instaddict”.
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