captain jigglypuff
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I’ve had bad luck when it comes to religion itself. Every time I attend a church for weekly services, something traumatic or unpleasant and uncomfortable happens to me. The first church was a Lutheran one and a group of boys kept bullying and tormenting me every week in Sunday school. It got to the point I was terrified of Sundays and every Sunday morning, I would literally get on my knees begging God to not punish me for being good by sending me to church.
Then as a teenager, I went to this fundamentalist non-denomination church that told me that being gay was wrong and I now realize that they were using covert conversion therapy on me that obviously wasn’t going to work by disguising it as therapy sessions for my mental health and having all the kids surrounding me and “praying” for my soul or something like that. The youth pastor acted like he could tell who was gay and who wasn’t and kept insisting the friend that I would occasionally bring with me that he was also gay. He wasn’t and he’s now married and has a daughter. There was also the incident where I was clearly falsely accused of stealing from these three boys and the youth pastor believed them and when I proved that I did nothing wrong, they weren’t forced to apologize to me or even punished. I quit going to that church after that incident.
The final time I tried to open myself to religion was when I met my former best friend and when he broke his promise to me, I just gave up on religion. I have trauma revolving around the idea of religion itself. I want to believe in God but I can’t because I don’t understand what kind of all knowing and all loving God would allow me to suffer constantly while the people that hurt me for years go unpunished. It just doesn’t make any sense to me.
Then as a teenager, I went to this fundamentalist non-denomination church that told me that being gay was wrong and I now realize that they were using covert conversion therapy on me that obviously wasn’t going to work by disguising it as therapy sessions for my mental health and having all the kids surrounding me and “praying” for my soul or something like that. The youth pastor acted like he could tell who was gay and who wasn’t and kept insisting the friend that I would occasionally bring with me that he was also gay. He wasn’t and he’s now married and has a daughter. There was also the incident where I was clearly falsely accused of stealing from these three boys and the youth pastor believed them and when I proved that I did nothing wrong, they weren’t forced to apologize to me or even punished. I quit going to that church after that incident.
The final time I tried to open myself to religion was when I met my former best friend and when he broke his promise to me, I just gave up on religion. I have trauma revolving around the idea of religion itself. I want to believe in God but I can’t because I don’t understand what kind of all knowing and all loving God would allow me to suffer constantly while the people that hurt me for years go unpunished. It just doesn’t make any sense to me.