Anonymous wrote:I was raised in the southern baptist cult. It truly damaged me. My polling place is inside a southern baptist church. I feel panicky and sick every time I walk in the door. It’s like all those awful memories flood my brain. Yes, I’ve done therapy. It helped. But I still feel really sick any time I’m in an evangelical church. Religious trauma is very real.
Anonymous wrote:It seems like a lot of the stories in these threads seem to involve people with neglectful parents getting constantly pawned off on other people on weekends and then getting offended that other people aren't exactly like them. The funny thing is that these types os posters have absolutely no problem proselytizing for their own beliefs and judging and mocking people that don't follow them. But they are too self-absorbed to realize how their behavior actually parallels what they claim they don't like.
This is really a failure of communication between the parents. If I am watching a kid for the weekend, we are going to mass and that kid is not sitting around unsupervised at my house for a whole morning. If they have their own services (synagogue, for example) we can arranged to take them to that as well (or instead if schedules align). Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to find alternative lodging. Anyone who would mock my family for our beliefs would not be our friend anyways, which raises the question of why these weird situations even arose to begin with. Who leaves a kid with someone they barely know for almost a week anyways?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:First Holy Communion. Early 1980s. Forced to wear thick, uncomfortable rollers in my hair the night before so my hair would have more "body" and I would like just the way my mother wanted me to for professional photos in the morning. Those rollers may have been a crown of thorns they hurt so much. And then the little wedding dress. Yikes. Felt like one of those little Irish Traveler brides.
You knew what an Irish Traveler bride was when you were 7? Are you Irish?
None of those things are actually the religious experience itself. You might as well say that you were uncomfortable being dolled up for a bat mitzvah and it would have nothing to do with Judaism. A student chopped off her long hair the night before her bat mitzvah to spite her mother for months of forced dieting and a visit to a tanning salon. Your complaint is about fashion, not doctrine.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:First Holy Communion. Early 1980s. Forced to wear thick, uncomfortable rollers in my hair the night before so my hair would have more "body" and I would like just the way my mother wanted me to for professional photos in the morning. Those rollers may have been a crown of thorns they hurt so much. And then the little wedding dress. Yikes. Felt like one of those little Irish Traveler brides.
You knew what an Irish Traveler bride was when you were 7? Are you Irish?
Anonymous wrote:My parents weren't regular church goers when I was growing up, so a lot of my friend's parents would invite me over on Saturday night, and remind me to bring a nice outfit because "maybe we'll go out for pancakes in the morning!" or some garbage like that. Never got the pancakes, always got taken to various churches where I didn't know the traditions and had no idea what to do. But over time I got better at faking it, so I do think it helped me to be very aware of social cues. In high school, even kids who didn't like me would invite me to their "youth festivals" or whatever their new member recruitment event was. Baptists were the most aggressive; Jewish kids mercifully didn't pull these stunts.
I'm an atheist now, but I still like pancakes.
Anonymous wrote:First Holy Communion. Early 1980s. Forced to wear thick, uncomfortable rollers in my hair the night before so my hair would have more "body" and I would like just the way my mother wanted me to for professional photos in the morning. Those rollers may have been a crown of thorns they hurt so much. And then the little wedding dress. Yikes. Felt like one of those little Irish Traveler brides.
Anonymous wrote:Lately I have been thinking about a situation that happened when I was around 14-15 years old. My mom had to go out of town for some reason or another and since she was a single parent she found a family from my soccer team that was willing to have me stay with them from Sunday-Wednesday. I remember every single detail of this time because it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life.
I knew this family was extremely religious but honestly I had no idea the extent. That Sunday they brought me to church with them. I came from a non-religious family but we were technically Lutheran and would attend church services from time to time. I don't remember what kind of church the family attended. The service was about 1 hour but then they also had me to go to the teens bible study with their daughter afterward. Everything that was talked about was very against what I believed and I felt extremely uncomfortable the entire time. But the thing that made me most uncomfortable was the fact that this family didn't even ask me if I was comfortable going with them. I was an older teenager and it would have been perfectly fine to just leave me home while they went. In my opinion religion is very personal and although I'm all for new experiences and experiencing different beliefs I do not feel someone should have to do it against their will. I told this family I was uncomfortable after we had come home because they were asking me what I learned in the bible study. Then guess what? They also go to church on Tuesday nights and made me go with them again. When my mom returned home I told her about it and said I didn't want to stay with them again.
I thought about this because I have my own children now and can't imagine forcing one of their friends to attend a religious service with us. Some other non-church attending family would have stepped up.
thoughts? Do you think its ok to force someone to attend a religious function?