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I was adopted when I was 14 from a foster home that I had attended for 6 years. My family before that had been deeply loving, caring, and kind- I had never known loneliness or pain before enterring my foster home. I was removed because the State became angry that my mother was advocating for family's with mentally ill children and thought that she was trying to sabotage the State's public funding. (In other words: if you don't stop telling people they can get free care, we'll start taking your children... yes, they can do that)
Well, anyway. My birth family is and was pagan. Not wiccan, but pagan. (My nationality is Celtic)
I'm starting to have memory of my foster home, which I haven't had in years. (I used to describe being in my foster home as just "waking up" one day when I was 13 and not knowing where I was or why I was so sad.)
These memories are really scaring me. One in particular regarding my first time in a church.
I was 9, I had never been to a Christian service before. I was stuffed into a horrible hand-me-down dress and dragged to a place with a bunch of other kids. The pastor's wife asked me to pray (assuming I was a christian like most children) and not knowing what to do, I gave a pagan blessing that I had heard around Beltane (pagan festival of the spring, May 1st). Let's put it really short and sweet what the outcome was: I was beaten senseless for speaking "those words" in a house of God.
I'm getting others too, like being tied down to a chair in the kitchen with my head forced back to stare at a clock high up on the wall- 1 hour for every minute that my foster mother couldn't hear me singing louder than the pastor during service. I once spent 12 hours...
I'm attending a Christian college currently as a Missions major, but I'm starting to think that I need to leave. I've tried so hard to give my life to God, I've constantly read the word, and try to worship and give God my whole self.
The people around me are starting to repulse me. Everything that I'm hearing regarding faith and the bible brings a sick feeling to my stomach, all I can remember is my foster mother and her dragging me around the alter by my ear screaming in tongues and explaining later that she was "getting the demons out of me".
I honestly don't think I'm being spiritually attacked. But the memories are horrible and extremely vivid. The kind of ones that make me feel completely unloved by god and want to leave.
This is my last resort. I've been talking to some people on other forums that say what I experienced was "spiritual abuse" and that I need to leave immeadiately. I've been twisting thoughts around in my head, and what these others are saying does make sense.
So yeah, I don't know what to do. I pray constantly but it's not working. I've had others pray for me and it's also not working. I'm constantly in the word, but it's leaving me with a sour taste. I've spoken to several pastors, but they all believe that my foster mother did the right thing. Nothing seems to be taking away the hurt. I've asked god, I've waited upon Him, I accepted Christ when I was 13, I was baptised at 14. I just feel dead inside. I feel like my heart has been ripped out.
Well, anyway. My birth family is and was pagan. Not wiccan, but pagan. (My nationality is Celtic)
I'm starting to have memory of my foster home, which I haven't had in years. (I used to describe being in my foster home as just "waking up" one day when I was 13 and not knowing where I was or why I was so sad.)
These memories are really scaring me. One in particular regarding my first time in a church.
I was 9, I had never been to a Christian service before. I was stuffed into a horrible hand-me-down dress and dragged to a place with a bunch of other kids. The pastor's wife asked me to pray (assuming I was a christian like most children) and not knowing what to do, I gave a pagan blessing that I had heard around Beltane (pagan festival of the spring, May 1st). Let's put it really short and sweet what the outcome was: I was beaten senseless for speaking "those words" in a house of God.
I'm getting others too, like being tied down to a chair in the kitchen with my head forced back to stare at a clock high up on the wall- 1 hour for every minute that my foster mother couldn't hear me singing louder than the pastor during service. I once spent 12 hours...
I'm attending a Christian college currently as a Missions major, but I'm starting to think that I need to leave. I've tried so hard to give my life to God, I've constantly read the word, and try to worship and give God my whole self.
The people around me are starting to repulse me. Everything that I'm hearing regarding faith and the bible brings a sick feeling to my stomach, all I can remember is my foster mother and her dragging me around the alter by my ear screaming in tongues and explaining later that she was "getting the demons out of me".
I honestly don't think I'm being spiritually attacked. But the memories are horrible and extremely vivid. The kind of ones that make me feel completely unloved by god and want to leave.
This is my last resort. I've been talking to some people on other forums that say what I experienced was "spiritual abuse" and that I need to leave immeadiately. I've been twisting thoughts around in my head, and what these others are saying does make sense.
So yeah, I don't know what to do. I pray constantly but it's not working. I've had others pray for me and it's also not working. I'm constantly in the word, but it's leaving me with a sour taste. I've spoken to several pastors, but they all believe that my foster mother did the right thing. Nothing seems to be taking away the hurt. I've asked god, I've waited upon Him, I accepted Christ when I was 13, I was baptised at 14. I just feel dead inside. I feel like my heart has been ripped out.
