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aeroz22
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I don't know how to reply to you, I feel that whatever I write will not be enough, I can not imagine what you must have been through, and must still be going through, all we can do is hope that one day you will be able to discuss things with your parents, and perhaps get them to understand what happened to you and why it happened.
I don't believe they are capable of understanding, and I believe they will always judge me as their outcast daughter.
If they admit that what they did hurt me in any way, they will essentially be saying that their version of religion is harmful. To say that what they taught me was wrong, is to say that their version of religion is wrong.
To their understanding, anything short of my acceptance of and belief in their version of religion, and a healthy life as a result and consequence of it, is nothing short of my own individual failure, and is a direct result of my rejection of it. They have constructed a model upon which it is impossible for anything to be their fault and it is only possible for it to be all my fault. Their model does not allow for them to be wrong.
Happiness can only be derived from following their own version of religion, and if you are not happy, then either you are not following it well enough, or you lack faith, or some other personal failure.
I will always be judged. I will never be seen as a human being searching for my way in this world, or as a human being that was harmed by their teachings, or as a human being that saw that their beliefs were wrong (or even just wrong for me), but rather as their fallen daughter who rejected their version of religion out of sin and deceit so that I could pursue a life of sin. My dad actually said this to me that last time we spoke, about 8 months ago--that I just rejected it all so that I could lead a life of sin.
I often debate myself on the topic of just rejecting them as my parents altogether and never speaking to them again. They will never be able to relate to me as a human being--human to human. My dad almost can, but he's so deep in his world, so deep in his lies, so very deep that I can't reach him. Do you know what I mean? I just can't reach past the lies, to him.
My mom? I never could reach through the lies to her. It just seemed like I could relate to her on a fulfilling level while I was in the bubble of fundamentalism. But now--its a facade that will always be a wall of separation between me and them. What is left between me and them? What is left of my relationship with my parents? Is there anything worth continuing or reviving? Have I truly lost them?
I have not yet decided. And so the silence continues.
What really irks me as well, is that most of the religious people reading about your experience will take absolutely nothing from it,
they will remain trapped in their own little world. (hopefully some will)
To even consider the possibility that maybe I could have been harmed by religious indoctrination, is to consider that there may be a flaw with the religious indoctrination. And because they cannot consider it, the flaw must lie with me.
That's why I say that some forms of religious indoctrination should be classed as child abuse, and in my opinion you are living proof of that, you have, and you will be suffering for a long time to come, and if that's not child abuse, I don't know what is? anything that damages a child is surly child abuse.
If you think I am wrong please feel free to blow me out of the water, because if anyone knows, I think you do.
My boyfriend has told me that it was a form of child abuse as well. Its really hard to understand that. Its obvious that physically beating a child or telling a child she is stupid and worthless are forms of abuse--but none of those things happened to me. I suppose its harder to understand that you were abused when you were the one who got abused. I'm only just beginning to see how I was abused.
One example is, creating in the psyche of the child a firm foundation and firm assurances about how the world is, and how the afterlife is, thereby creating a need for things to be as the child is told they are. The child forms their life view, hopes, dreams, and basic needs upon this foundation, and then when subjected to the real world, the foundation crumbles. What is a parent's job? To prepare their child for life in the world as an adult. And by that definition, my parents failed.
They created in me the need to know and be connected with a deity, the need to know that I will live forever, the need to be with loved ones after death, the fear of death without that promise. And now? I still have those needs, and just live with them being unfulfilled. I fear death; I have had a few panick attacks thinking about it. I fear being separated by death from those I love. I fear my immortality and the knowledge that I only have about 50-60 years left. I fear the end.
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