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.”

The Fairy in the Cocoon

Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a lighthouse, next to a rocky coastline. The lighthouse girl often entertained travelers seeking shelter from storms and pulled the shipwrecked out of murky waters. But one of the most interesting friends she met after she left the Village was not either of these.ContinueContinue reading “The Fairy in the Cocoon”

Why the little purple alien in ‘Home’ is me

I’ve always known I was weird. An entire table of public school kids crowded around me in driving school, peppering me with questions. I was one of two homeschooled kids in the classroom. Elsie, the other girl, and I later became friends. We both felt like outsiders, but I told my mom later that I feltContinueContinue reading “Why the little purple alien in ‘Home’ is me”

Internalization, boundaries, and me

Communication is amazing, when it actually happens. It’s cliche, but both sides have to be willing to exchange and receive information. I’m trying to talk to my parents again. This is a choice I have made, not out of obligation. I’m told that I’m naïve, but there’s this little flicker of optimism inside me that refuses toContinueContinue reading “Internalization, boundaries, and me”

You don’t have to look: Revisiting how we tell the Easter story

I have problems with Easter. My church attendance has been irregular since I left fundamentalism, which I’ve been told is normal for people who have suffered spiritual abuse. This year, I tried to go to church on Easter Sunday. I drove to the parking lot. Panic rose in my stomach until I thought I mightContinueContinue reading “You don’t have to look: Revisiting how we tell the Easter story”