Going to kinda free write this, and none of this will qualify as "required reading" so if anybody wants to bail out now, it's a good time.
I watch an almost unhealthy amount of YouTube videos with athiest content and a lot of common stories involve a turning point, where the doubt began. I didn't have a highly religious upbringing. Both my parents grew up Catholic, and they went through the entire song and dance, but they did not raise my brother and me up the same way. I wasn't aware of the concept of sin until fifth grade, when someone brought in some religious pamphlet stating "We are all sinners!". Great material for grade schoolers. In me middle school years my parents tried to go to church regularly, and at first it kind of feel empowering. The whole pronouncing of faith and all that, but after a while, it felt like a chore. The seats were uncomfortable, the knee pads sucked and you couldn't go 10 minutes without changing positions. Our monsenior was a total windbag too. It all came to an end when my brother and I actually started hitting each other in church. We were pissed at each other for reasons I can't remember, but we were teens, so, likely something stupid. Nothing happened in the building. We weren't stuck down by lightning, and if since guy a few rows back didn't tell my mother I don't know that anything would have come of it. If that wasn't cause for doubt enough, boy, that parking lot. Might have been a lot of love thy neighbor in the building, but once you were in your car, you were on your own. Always loved the old people who would get their communion cracker and leave. Tells you how committed they were. Some other weird moments in church included my grandmother's funeral. There was a gaggle of old ladies, never came up to offer their condolences, didn't interact with anybody, they did the whole communion thing and left. Is there a thing where old people get addicted to stale wafers? Should be a surgeon general warning, I guess. My friend got married in that church, and the monsenior washed their feet. That was weird. I'm all for full service but man, I can wash my own feet. Last brush with overt but concerning religious bullshit was at my cousin's high school graduation. The principal told the story of somebody and their "favorite wife" and I almost laughed at the concept. In today's "sanctity of marriage" this guy had a favorite?
I'm not sure I ever truly believed. I still thank "god", but it's less of thanking a being than thanking an unknown. Maybe it's a real god. Maybe I'm thanking a concept, or just a general whatever happened at that time. Point is, when you're not in deep, when you don't have it completely forced upon you, it's easier to see through it all. Like a radio station playing the same songs, they want you to hear it so much that eventually you accept it, then possibly like it enough to buy the CD. So I'm glad my parents, despite their own upbringing, let me be my own person to the point where I'm openly athiest; because the alternative is much worse.
As far as I know, my family are all Christians but not like active Christians. They just all say they believe in god and the bible and down everyone for things they themselves are doing. That being said, I've never been forced to go to church or anything like that. The closest any got to being forceful was my mamaw who gifted me a child's bible at some point in my childhood. I read the entire thing in 2 nights and thought it had some goid stories. But that's all they were to me, stories. It was never hard for me to reject the bullshit because it wasn't pounded into me from birth. It does seem like it's easier the less you are indoctrinated as a child.
OP's experience isn't dissimilar to mine. My parents and grandparents were fairly well on the fringe of churches and I later went in and out of several of my own accord. I've always had a far wider view than typical people. I don't see myself as a mug, I am proud of my observations.
At my age, I had been an adult atheist many years before the internet was even a thing. I had spent my life living in a small Bible Belt town, so it was a "godsend" (if you'll pardon the expression) when I discovered I could connect with other non-believers via computer. That was life-changing for me.
I think once a person begins to let go intellectually of their religious beliefs they struggle with the emotional aspects. Beliefs are bound with deep seated needs and fears and usually indoctrinated at a young age. Shattering of beliefs is traumatic. The Cognitive disruption and social rejection can instill anxiety and panic. I think it's a type of complex PTSD and profound betrayal that isn't really recognized or addressed.
Most can wrap their head around damaging traumas that are human caused and involve interpersonal violence and violation. Indoctrinating children in fear based religion, for the most part, is just accepted as "normal".
The anxiety, depression, grief, anger, and fear that one experiences as they break free from that type of emotional/mental/and sometimes physical abuse isn't addressed ... either personally or socially.
Nice read, please delete duplicates.
Nice and polite
Posting this TEN TIMES??
That earns you a blocking.
It does seem a rather pathetic plea for attention...
My introduction to Christianity was as a toddler boy that wanted to be Tinkerbell not Peter Pan, so in good Mississippi tradition my Grandmother and father had a series of protestant exorcisms to drive out the "unclean" spirits. Between religion, shame, and humiliation I stuffed my transgender nature so far back into the closet I found the Christmas presents.
The problem with Christianity is their inability to accept reality as it is.
Our problem has been not standing up to their BS.
You posted this TEN goddamn times. TEN. Typically one is enough. Delete nine of them.
Glad I didn't see the other nine; lol