Growing up homeschooled means you get a lot more time with your siblings than other kids. As an older sibling, it also means you have much more responsibility for them. My parents told me I didn’t need friends, I had my siblings. They also told me I was the example for them, the prototype. ThisContinueContinue reading “I can’t save my siblings”
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The story behind my first tattoo
So I got a tattoo. In April this year, the word I’d written in Sharpie on my wrist for two years was etched into my skin. Became a part of me. It was kind of a spiritual experience. Here, I’ll explain. A couple of my friends from CleanPlace, the writer’s forum I joined in 2009, did a lot ofContinueContinue reading “The story behind my first tattoo”
We’re not just ‘rebels.’ What fundamentalist Christianity demands is unreasonable.
In my last post, I talked about why I don’t trust authority. Many people like me who were raised in controlling environments tend to not get along with authority outside that context, breeding difficulties in maintaining employment and interacting within society. But the older generations often discount why we’d react this way. “You’re just aContinueContinue reading “We’re not just ‘rebels.’ What fundamentalist Christianity demands is unreasonable.”
Why I have trust issues with authority after growing up in Christian fundamentalism
After leaving fundamentalism, some of my friends left organized religion because of spiritual abuse, or identified as anarchists because they’d seen systems of power oppress people. I can’t blame them really, even if their choices seem more extreme than my own choices, because I don’t trust authority, either. Authority more often uses power to control ratherContinueContinue reading “Why I have trust issues with authority after growing up in Christian fundamentalism”
Disorientation and perspective
Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,Feel like I’m glued on tight to this carousel.Come, come one, come all,You must be this tallTo ride this ride at the carnival… – Melanie Martinez, CarouselContinueContinue reading “Disorientation and perspective”
Eleanor Skelton 