Leaving The Religion

14 years ago I left the religion I was raised in. A fundamentalist high control religion that is currently being torn down and ripped apart. Allegations of Child Sexual Assault keep coming in massive tsunamis of accusations and recriminations. Money laundering seems to have been the modus operandi for years. And watching this all implode, from afar, is a bizarre experience. At times it is triggering as memories surge from my belly and up my throat. But most of the time I watch it all, the comments and the stories flooding the internet, with a detached almost bemused sporadic observation.

For myself, I hold my adopted parents responsible. I hold my extended family responsible. I hold the people who I personally knew who knew better but did not do better responsible. It is difficult for me to manufacture outrage for people I do not directly know regardless of how integral they were in creating and perpetrating the system in which all of these abuses occurred.

I simply end up grateful that I survived and grateful that I escaped.