Since this is a thread already created I would like to share my own painful experience.
I grew up without church and my mom was really pagan-ish. Just more spiritual.
I go along until one day I get visited by someone claiming to be a god of a religeon. I'm going to vague. I think thats pretty neat and I completely buy into it because I was so vulnerable at the time.
I lose a lot because learning about this ruins my mental health. And then one of them one of them poses as a parental figure and I just break.
It just got under my skin because where was this paternal figure when I was learning to ride a bike. Where was this paternal figure when I was learning to swim for the first time. Where were they on my fifth birthday or my tenth or eleventh. And where were they for every sucess and failure I've gone through. Where were they?
This paternal figure thinks they can walk in once I got everything figured out and then just act like its nothing. I think they even made thier name similar to mine. It went too far.
Then I think they imply that there the only one that likes me and I just break and leave.
I later find out through my own piecing together that it was just a cult not a religeon but for a brief period I thought it was.
I want to choose my own religion and belief and I want to be agnostic. I didn't even want to tell the friends I still have because of the breach of religuos freedom it would bring. Once I figure it out I tell them though
So I guess the moral I learned from talking about with others it that you find religeon but cults find you.
Thats my story anyway.
I grew up without church and my mom was really pagan-ish. Just more spiritual.
I go along until one day I get visited by someone claiming to be a god of a religeon. I'm going to vague. I think thats pretty neat and I completely buy into it because I was so vulnerable at the time.
I lose a lot because learning about this ruins my mental health. And then one of them one of them poses as a parental figure and I just break.
It just got under my skin because where was this paternal figure when I was learning to ride a bike. Where was this paternal figure when I was learning to swim for the first time. Where were they on my fifth birthday or my tenth or eleventh. And where were they for every sucess and failure I've gone through. Where were they?
This paternal figure thinks they can walk in once I got everything figured out and then just act like its nothing. I think they even made thier name similar to mine. It went too far.
Then I think they imply that there the only one that likes me and I just break and leave.
I later find out through my own piecing together that it was just a cult not a religeon but for a brief period I thought it was.
I want to choose my own religion and belief and I want to be agnostic. I didn't even want to tell the friends I still have because of the breach of religuos freedom it would bring. Once I figure it out I tell them though
So I guess the moral I learned from talking about with others it that you find religeon but cults find you.
Thats my story anyway.