cute how people are boycotting Disney now for incorporating LGBTQ+ characters but they didn’t mind the story involving bestiality and Stockholm syndrome. Or the one about kissing a passed out woman. Or the one about the teen leaving her family for a man who eats her friends. Or
I always have the most intense insomnia the night before a visit to my hometown. As if starting the travel day with hours of lost sleep is going to help my anxiety in any way.
Toxic church gaslighting protocol:
1. That never happened
2. OK it happened but it wasn’t that bad.
3. OK it happened and it was that bad but you need to get over it.
4. Ok we really don’t care if you get over it-we just want you to stop talking about it.
The more I look at my beliefs with a critical eye in search of truth, the more seems to unravel. Not all of it—in fact much of it still seems logical. But certain bits that I was taught to accept without question begin to falter at the first ounce of questioning.
Often deconstruction feels like grief to me. I’m saying goodbye to small pieces of my former identity. I’m saying goodbye to some beliefs that tied me to community. Memories have unexpected emotional responses. Anger is most common, but today sorrow has made an appearance.
If you weren’t raised in American Evangelical churches, it can be difficult to understand the ways so many of us are expressing our pain, anger, and feelings of betrayal.
So to add a bit of clarity, here’s a letter of lament written to Evangelicalism (a thread🧵).
Today in therapy I angry-cried over having to interact with ignorant dipshits who won’t shut up long enough to read a history book. It was good timing too because a few hours later I worked with a family who had T W E L V E confederate flags hanging up in their living room.
When I was a little kid I learned that Mary was a 14 year old virgin and somehow still got pregnant and my little anxious brain was CONVINCED that it was gonna happen to me next