Religous Trauma - Tumblr Posts
This user is dealing with childhood trauma
I feel so much for seven year old me who used to cry and meltdown when my mom would put me in those awful late 90s fake velvet dresses. The fabric felt so WRONG when it touched me and I couldn't explain that my brain was itchy just like my shoulders and my mom said "she's such a tomboy she hates wearing dresses" and like no mom. It was the undiagnosed Autism.
Lemme tell you it was a real fucking surprise when -sometime after my 30th birthday and a lifetime of depression- my Dad decided to casually tell me about all the fucking people in my family who have had mental health problems.
Down both sides of the family, as well. Depression, addiction, bipolar disorder, possible schizophrenia, suicides, my great grandma died alone in a fucking mental hospital -I'm sorry Bridget, I'm sure you deserved better- in the 20's and no one thought to MENTION it?!?
I'm alright now. I've been to a lot of therapy. I take my pills. I know how to ask for help when I need it. But it drives me batshit because my parents are Nice People who Don't Talk About Things Like That - cough, religious, cough- no one thought to fucking mention it? No "hey bubbles, you've got a long history of mental health issues coming for you, be on the look out and let someone know if you need help" Nope. Just tiny me, sad and alone and in trouble for Causing Problems. Shout out to all the younger versions of me. We've really done our best.
vaguely spooky post for halloween
Does someone else hates when our religious family r like: “Yeah, because us, as christians…” even tho they know you’re everything but christian? Ik maybe no one can relate BUT ITS LITERALLY SO ANNOYING
I had a meaningful phone call with my religous grandma in Kentucky. I told her I now have people who accept and love me in a way she couldn't when I lived with her. I told her I will be medically transitioning and that I'm willing to keep in contact only if she still wants to be a part of my new life of no longer trying to force myself to be the good Christian girl everyone wanted me to be. She said she'll always love me and asked how to pronounce my new name. I know she's probably never going to completely understand or accept me from a religous standpoint, but she is seriously trying. And that's all I ever really wanted from her.
A blackout poem I made from a religious pamphlet
Life of starving children
A young boy distressed asked
“Does God know about this?”
“Yes, God knows about that”
The boy walked out
Uninterested in such a God
God is
All the evils
Call it religous trauma. Call it me being a petty bitch or whatever. But, one of my life goals is to look a religous (like in the bad way) person in the eye and yell
"GOD CAN'T HEAR YOU"
Has God ever felt remorse for what he has done? Did he ever feel the pain of sacrificing his only son, a holy man of no faults, Gods perfect creation; only for Jesus to bleed red? Red like cloth he wears to resembles he’s the son of God; but his blue veins beg to differ. Jesus, did you ever realize that you’re still human like the rest of us? Did you know the blood in your veins are not free of sin, as you are made of the sins that ended up killing you; you were born with the greatest sin of them all, you were born human.
I’m the farthest thing from christian but i still have such a strong connection with Jesus. I feel so much love when i think about him. I feel so bad for how his word has been twisted against the types of people he personally hung out with. He would feel so sad today. I love him so much.
Theoretically, if god is real, the first thing I'm doing when I die is smacking the shit out of that cocksucker for making me go through all this shit.
God called
he says he’s sorry