| I'll contribute with a slightly different story of same religion discomfort. I am Jewish, observe the High Holidays and Passover but don't keep kosher or do the more minor holidays (though I am conversant with them). One day in college I was walking down the street and was approached by a Lubovitcher (a Hassidic sect that, unusually for Jews, proselytizes -- but only to other Jewish denominations). He asked me if I was Jewish. I was taken aback but didn't want to deny it. He instantly produced a lulav and an etrog, which are used for the Jewish holiday of Sukkot. He asked me to repeat the appropriate Hebrew blessings after him and to shake them (a Sukkot ritual). I should have declined, but I was 18 and stupid and I couldn't think how to decline without offending him. So I did it. And felt like such a ridiculous fraud standing there on a public street shaking a lulav and etrog -- things I hadn't thought about or cared about since Hebrew school. It's been almost 20 years and I still remember how foolish and fake I felt. |
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I grew up in a very standard, mainline Protestant church. So, religion has always felt pretty safe to me. Probably as a result of that, I have very fond memories of all the times I stayed with other people and got taken along to their churches--Awana at the Baptist church, Bible school at a conservative evangelical church, Catholic mass, etc. I was probably fortunate that I was never taken to any genuinely offensive religious event--no damnation and no snakes.
In college, I participated in a campus ministry group that visited lots of different religious groups, and as an adult, I've enjoyed going to Southern Baptist, Catholic, and Jewish weddings (in addition to many in my own religious tradition). I even went to an old fashioned camp meeting revival with a friend in Georgia. As a parent now, I'd probably be too afraid of offending anyone to take my kids' friends along to church with us, and that's too bad because I do think those experiences can be beneficial. I'm sympathetic to the posters here who have had traumatic experiences, but I'm sad that the alternative seems to be to wall ourselves off from religious experiences different from our own. |
You can take my kid with you to church/temple/mosque/whatever! I think it can be wonderful and welcoming and generous to share your culture with others. |
| In your situation absolutely I would force you to go. You were under their supervision. I would never leave you home alone nor would I disrupt my family life because you are uncomfortable going. Your mother chose them to look after you, blame your own mother. |
+1. At some point OP said they could have just left her home alone. Well, your own mother thought you were too immature to be left home alone -- that's why she plopped you with this family for three days!!! Also, LOL at OP saying the family asking her "what she learned" at church was somehow offensive. Dude, that's a tame non-question. You could just say, "That community is important" or "that the world needs peace." OP sounds like she's still a teen and thinks her parent asking her, "How was school?" is so invasive that she has to yell, "Fine!" and run upstairs to her room. |
Three days is not a morning. One could think a teenager is fine for a morning but not want them to stay in a house alone for 3 days. Also, I highly doubt OP's mother had any idea this would happen. My own mother was fine with me attending religious events with friends of other religions but only if the parents asked first. And all the parents did. And so did we. Come over on a Friday night that we may be going to synagogue? We'll warn you first so you can decide if you want to come or not. Anyway the subject of this thread isn't "religious trauma," it's "uncomfortable situations." I can see why OP, as a teenager, might have been uncomfortable. That doesn't mean she was traumatised. Nor does it mean she would react the same way now as an adult. It's just something she remembers and is throwing out there. I think it's an interesting discussion on both sides. |
+1 Agree completely |
I'm not leaving someone else's kid alone in my house, period. The topic also includes the worse "forced." It is a very interesting discussion. I hope OP reflects on this memory with more generosity of spirit toward her gracious hosts. |
| ^^^ the word "forced" |
OMG give it a rest!! PP was a teenager whose PARENTS arranged for her to stay with these people, likely without knowing the extent of their religiousness. Are you so dense that you can't understand this? PP and parents didn't know until it was too late-she was there and parents had left town. I applaud PP for being mature enough to tell her hosts that she was uncomfortable. That's more than I would have done. You have serious issues lady (or man). |
Wow, dramatic much? I'm not getting "militant" anywhere here. |
Op described it as though she's been traumatized. Subsequent posts as well (not sure if it was op, or others). I think many of us agree that it was uncomfortable. However, it's ok to feel uncomfortable sometimes. It should not have caused lasting damage to her very being. |
+1000000000000000000000000000000000000000 |
+10000! |
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When I was in HS I went to church (willingly) with a Mormon friend of mine. Besides it being incredibly long (3 hours!) I thought it was mostly fine if not a little strange/different from my own experiences. The morning started with all children/youth going to their own class according to age/grade. Boys and girls were separated. Then after that, boys and girls of same age/grade were in a class together, then all children would join adults for the final hour in the main chapel. The only time I felt really awkward or uncomfortable was during the coed class. That class's main focus was getting the boys and girls to date each other, get married and have lots of Mormon babies. I was probably 16 at the time but the way it was presented made it seem like they wanted you to be doing this RIGHT NOW. It was in a small western town with a large Mormon population. I knew of at least one couple at my high school that were already married.
I didn't grow up there. I had moved there at the beginning of high school from a large city so felt VERY out of place! |