For those of you who are not familiar with my background/upbringing, I’ll capsulate it here very briefly:
I was born & raised in a very conservative brand of Christi-insanity (Plymouth Brethren), where what we didn’t
do seemed more important than what we did
do (not smoking; not playing pool; not dancing; not drinking; not swearing, etc), and there was a very real distancing with those “of the world”. They were looked down upon as “sinners”; a truly impoverished outlook.
Attendance was paramount, and I remember heated fights on those few Sunday mornings when I said that I didn’t want to go that day. Nice. Even as a child I could see that what my parents were more concerned about regarding attendance, was what other people in the church thought. It was a hell-fire & brimstone sort of environment, I had an uncle who preached on street corners. He still does it today; he’s completely insane, and I find him to be intellectually detestable and avoid him at all costs. He’ll turn a funeral into a gospel meeting/preaching opportunity FFS. As I look back, it seems that people were identified as either “believers” or “unbelievers”. Again, a truly stunted outlook.
There was summer camps (with chapel three times per day); youth groups; bible studies, yaddy yadda. Without going into the details, I abandoned said beliefs about 25 years ago in my mid-twenties, over the course of a year or two. There was no one big reason, event or trauma that led to this, just “thinking” and intellectual honesty, and noticing that none
of the beliefs mapped onto reality. None. Being one of those odd individuals who cares more about what is true
over what is familiar, indoctrinated or comforting, I simply let ‘em go. And this was before the internet and all the atheistic books we now have. I did it all by myself.
I could write a book, but that’s it in a nutshell.
But what I’m finding now, is that I have a certain amount of resentment of that upbringing, and the false, supernatural beliefs and bankrupt worldview that was force-fed upon my indefensible young mind by my parents. There was no encouragement towards education or career after high school, and I always wonder what more I could have done with my life if I had pursued one of the numerous interests & aptitudes that I displayed as a child. I’m certainly not angry, and my life is pretty good, but I find it sad that I was starved from a mental diet that could have been so rich in a proper understanding of our place in the cosmos. Sure, I’ve kind of made up for lost time, but when I look at the rich input that many children have, I feel a little resentment. Having said all that, I’m fully aware that my upbringing could have been a lot worse, some people have horrendous
life stories, and in some other ways I was very lucky, but I still feel that religious indoctrination is a form of child abuse.
So that brings me to my question for any of you who have had a similar background: do you find yourself with any level of resentment?
Just for laughs: