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Edited on Sun Feb-13-05 01:29 PM by Not_Giving_Up
Is that I was raised by Fundies as well, and there are some things that just won't go away.
Yep, in church Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and any other time there was something going on.
They had a guy come in and play AC/DC records backwards for the kids to prove there were Satanic messages in them, and then collected all of the secular music to burn. They couldn't get a burn permit, but we weren't given our music back either. I did manage to save a couple of tapes I found in the trash.
Here's some other gems from my childhood:
Sex was absolutely not discussed. You just simply didn't do it until you were married. Imagine my Fundie parents reaction when, at 19, I was indeed pregnant and not married.
Women are to submit to their husbands period. If you don't, then you should have a talk with God, because there's something wrong with you. Your husband is always right, do not ever question him. At a mother-daughter dinner, clothing was discussed. If you're wondering if the clothes you plan to wear are inappropriate for public, here's the test - if it turns your husband on, you should not wear it in public.
Children will stray from the path if you don't beat the crap out of them. The harder you beat them, the better they learn it. I was once black and blue from the back of my neck to my ankles, thanks to my stepdad. My mom would stand by and watch him swinging the belt, not caring where it landed, while he dangled me in the air by one arm. When he was done, she's put Campho-phenique on my bruises to make them go away faster.
There are a lot more, but I only have a short time to be online right now.
Most of the things, I've gotten over. The sex taboos have really stuck around, no matter how hard I try to make them go away. My kids have asked me questions, and refusing to be my mother, I answer them. I don't want them to be as uninformed as I was.
I don't attach to people emotionally. Ever. It sucks, but I don't know how to fix it. I WANT to be able to attach, really, I just can't.
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