Fellow ex-Christian blogger Clay of Life After 40 shared an intriguing post today. While his story is very different from my own, we have come to many of the same conclusions and followed somewhat similar paths. (I previously shared his post called My Crazy Vasectomy Story).
I would like to pass on his current post: Sex – Not an Appropriate Topic to give you the opportunity to follow along.
In case you’re wondering why anyone cares to write or read about sex, particularly from an ex-Christian perspective, I would sincerely say that I do not believe anyone escapes fundamentalism without sexual damage. From childhood, normal sexual development is stunted and shamed. Guilt, silence and fear are what sex is about, instead of pleasure and connection. I think that is inappropriate.
While there are many bloggers and other writers who address the enormous difficulties LGBTQ people have coming out to Christian families, few speak directly to middle-aged vanilla-ish types who never learned to honor their own desires.
I am happy to be in good company.
My book, The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid, is coming along, slowly but surely. Turns out I had to learn how to write a book first. Thanks to Cami Ostman and the writers of Memory to Memoir I have gained invaluable support and feedback on this strange trip.
The recent surge of online truth telling, specifically the #MeToo, #ChurchToo, #RaptureAnxiety and #EmptythePews threads on Twitter have astounded me. There are so many of us. PTSD, anxiety and depression abound in the ex-evangelical community. Seems like a good time to tell my story, even if it’s just another voice in the crowd.
If you have one, please tell yours, too. One thing I have learned is to give myself permission to write it all down. Edit later. But get it out. There isn’t anything that can’t be faced on the page. Trauma, like evil, loses its power in the light.
Joy, Love, Peace and Merry Christmas,
I came across this blog post on good ol’ Facebook and it stopped me in my tracks. So many of my own experiences and those I grew up around are piercingly described here, as is the truth their effect on young lives. Please take a few minutes to follow the link below and read.