04/21/2018
I grew up in a staunch German and Christian home. But I did not learn from them directly. We did not talk about God. Only in church. But when company came we always bowed our heads in prayer for the meal. Their Christianity was not real to me....
I am an ole Iowa country girl. Grew up on the farm...troubled childhood. I was molested by two family members. I was the black sheep of the family cuz I didn't agree with their hypocrisy and legalism
There was always something wrong with me, according to them. I was highly reprimanded that I was NOT an individual, but one of the family. I was expected to conform or face emotional abandonment, which what happened ... My entire childhood thru college and marriage.
Needless to say, it was a very painful time for me, and I searched high and low for some sort of acceptance and love. I was not allowed to have friends, cuz no one was good enuf to their high standard. I was not allowed to play sports. Had all kinds of religious rules. Try awful and anti Biblical.
I was very much a nonperson, and took to writing to escape my reality.
It's a very sad and painful story.
Oh, and there was this underlying N**i type mentality too. Authoritarian father figure, which kept the rule book, which no one was allowed to question. I have watched World War II movies and the N**i regime and lines in the movies are word for word to what I grew up with, but it was cloaked in Christianity.
You'd never know it by looking at them. They were respected in our little farm communities. But I had to get out. I was not allowed to my college of choice. I was forced to follow in my blinded sisters footsteps and attend the same college that would "raise me where they left off."
I went through some really difficult times. Finally, at age 45, a marriage and 3 beautiful kids later, hubby found a book that every word in it described me. I learned for the first time I had endured in**st, and of the 35 symptoms, I had 34. The only one I didn't have was that I was not afraid of mirrors....go figure.
I love sharing my story. I actually wrote a book, a memoir. Im giving the story away though, by telling you here!! 😇🤗😘
That ain't the half of it, even. And I am very strong, because Jesus took all the garbage and threw it out the window and gave me TRUTH to stand firm upon!!! And I preach it, brother!
They were bigots besides being hypocritical, religious, and legalistic.....oh my, I could write forever on this subject!!! ..... To whoever is reading this, please tell me how you are reacting to my story. What feelings come up in you? What does it make you think? I'd really like to know. Thank you.