I was raised Southern Baptist. I gave up on denominations in 2003, but it wasn't until this year that I realized my "complex PTSD" took place at church. For one, I was sexually abused in one of the nursery rooms (I still can't go in there without my stomach getting upset). Additionally, I was ridiculed, criticized, taunted, and hated by my peers from 1991 to 2003, when I was able to leave the church. I was also criticized and emotionally abused by several men in the church. When I pierced my ears, I had men approach me with some kind of tool (a pair of pliers, a knife, even a drill) and offer to "remove those things in [my] ears." Yes, they were joking, but given the abuse I also suffered at school, I was made hyper-alert and "flinchy" around men. To this day, I get along better with (and more easily trust) women.
This year, I've started to realize how hateful and bitter the Southern Baptist Convention really is. Today, my Dad (a hardcore Southern Baptist) said he was praying that Obama and Congress would "have a miserable time this Christmas" because the troops aren't home. I really, really don't like Obama, and I really, really don't like Congress, and I really, really would like to see our troops back home, but I'm not going to pray for someone's misery so I can take pleasure in it. Asking for a god to hurt someone is for your own satisfaction, not some righteous agenda.
I can't go back to a church. I can't be around any kind of church leadership. I can't even read the Bible when I'm in the mood. Crosses, church music--anything that evokes facets of the church I grew up in--sends me into a tail spin of blasphemous, hateful emotions and hypersexuality. I have a belief system, but it goes deeper than religion, and I choose never to trust 99.9% of church members--especially a Southern Baptist--ever again. Manipulation, guilt, and condemnation are their primary weapons, painted pretty with a facade of love and acceptance and concern.