I hate my f*cken church, or rather, the one I was raised in, I'm atheist now. Didn't cause my PTSD, but they weren't kind to me. Fact is, they told my parents I was not welcome to attend as a kid because of my disruptive behaviour (related to my autism). I don't know... maybe they were right that I was too disruptive, but I don't understand why they couldn't have been more accomodating or tried to work out some solution, rather than essentially banning me from the church. To this day it still hurts and humiliates me to think about and I reckon I will never set foot in that church again.